Jamey: *goes to pick Faz up*

Faz: *stops him*  No.

Jamey: What.

Faz: I don't want to be carried.

Jamey: Why?

Faz: Because I'm the dom.

Jamey: *laughs and picks him up, throwing him over his shoulder slapping his ass* Baby, don't be silly. *pulls his tail*

Faz: *jolts and shudders whining* J-jamey.. *pouts* Put me down. *yanks his pants right up, giving him a wedgie*

Jamey: *yelps and smacks him* You little brat!

Olive: Gross.

Oil: Tell me about it.