Greyson: Hey friends, just chillin with my big bro Quill.
Quill: Greyson, I see a pigeon! Ka, ka, ka, ka!
Greyson: Where? I don't see anything -
Quill: Excuse me, pardon my paw...
Greyson: Uff! Dude, you're standing on me!
Quill: Sorry, sorry! Birds to patrol!!
Greyson: Sigh. A perfectly good cuddle - ruined.
Quill: Need a little more room for my tail - could you scoot?