You know, kind of like slave Leia but without the gold bikini. And the chains. Well, they’re figurative. But anyway…
Jack: Get me more milk.
me: (look of death)
me: (getting up for the 5th time at dinner) Sigh…
Dennis: How about you come over here and get it yourself.
Jack: I don’t like coming over here, I like things slaved over to me.
me and Dennis: :O