I'm also running tryptophan IV's on both of them, They'll be out for days.
I charge while wielding the snuggle chucks in an expert slow-motion manner, so as to confound you. The softness of their impacts elicit many giggles, and distracts from my successful throw of another cookierang, which hits the thermostat and reduces environmental temperatures by 15 degrees. Having succeeded in shifting the conditions of the battleground in my favor, I retreat in a westerly...slightly north western direction.
Taking cover behind a couch, I chuckle at the yautja-esque performance of the snuggle-fu fight thus far. My chuckles inadvertently lead to a fart, which (in turn) is ignited by the small fireplace I failed to notice was behind me. Flames erupt all around me as my butt grows warm. The lights short-circuit, smoke is everywhere. I run screaming in an easterly direction, a lone screaming flame moving rapidly in the distance. The emergency lights kick on as I dive butt first into a fish tank. The aquatic creatures stare at me in disbelief.
