"No one understands me like you, Oscar," Henry said, laying back and smoking a cigarette. Oscar adjusted himself on the bed.
"I'm a puppet kid, this'll never work," Oscar grouched.
"I dont want to hear it..." Henry sighed.
"THERE'S A NEW KID IN TOWN," VIGGO SANG, STRUMMING.
"I love you, Grouch Mc Pouch, why can't you SEE that?!" Henry flailed, licking a stick of frozen butter.
"This just can't work, you fat ass loser," Oscar de la grouched.
"What do you MEAN?!" Henry sobbed, smashing a small precious moments doll. "THEY HAVE NO MOUTHS!!!"
"It isn't me kid, it's you," Oscar said, an eye falling off his face.
"Don't give me that shit," Henry said, growling. "You're like some puppet or something. A puppet of society. You know, a meataphor."
"No, I'm just a puppet," Oscar explained. "And you just added the word meat into metaphor, you glutton."