What on earth...Grant, watch out. [hair sneaks up to grab Conrad's ankles]

....what are you going on abou-ou-ou-ou oh WHAT....what IS that??!??!!?!?!?! [evades, by.....jumping on the table]

Don't move, I'll handle it. [strides purposefully towards the hair.]

Oh, you'll 'handle it' sure.... [slightly irritable...but not moving from the table, oh ( Read more... )