Newton: I conquered the yellow straw, so it’s your turn, little orange straw.
Pierre: What do you have, Newt? that looks fun!
Newton: *mrrrrrffff*
Pierre: Can I try?
Newton: Oh, no. This straw is much too wild for you to handle. It’s orange, like me. And you know how naughty I am. The straw is even naughtier.
Pierre: Nothing could be as naughty as you.
Newton: See? There it goes! Watch out! Orange straw on the loose!
Pierre: Here, let me —
Newton: I got it. Back off, Pierre. Leave this to a pro. It might take all weekend to take this straw.
Pierre: *sigh* I didn’t want to play with it anyhow. I’m going to go break into the catnip drawer instead.
