Mom: So serious Squeaks! What? Are you lettin me go? Ha, ha!
Quill: Have a seat Mom. ::Gestures to chair with paw::
Mom: Wait, you're not really letting me go are you?
Quill: I've just been reviewing your work and Trish's work. Let's take a look shall we?
|Your handiwork. Notice how out of focus I am? I believe I was just nibbling paper.|
|Guess who took this?|
Quill: Look, you're not fired exactly. Let's call it demoted. I have an opening for you in Fur and Make-up.