Lewis starts speaking as you walk into the room but you just walk towards him.
"Mum and Dad left us this note...HEY!" You ignore him and lift him up into a firemans carry.
"Ash put me down," he moans from atop your shoulders. You carry him to the centre of the room and then lower him, wrestling him to the ground. You use your advantageous superior size to easliy pin him to the floor.
"This isn't fair, please don't make me smell anything!" he whimpers. You were not listening and Lewis knew it. He'd been through this all too often. But how to start off the morning torture ritual this time?
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