Bud: Pie get out of my room.
Bud (with a little more volume and emotion): Pie, get out of my room! I don't want you in here! Get out!
Bud (almost in tears): Pie, I told you. Get out. I'm gonna tell Mom. I'm serious. I'm gonna tell Mom!
Bud (at the top of his lungs): Mmmmooooooooommmmmmmm! Pie is in my room and won't get out.
Hot Mom (annoyed): Pie! Get out of your brother's room. Right now!
Bud (peaking out of his room completely calm): Mom, she's not in here.
Hot Mom (totally perplexed): Then why are you screaming?
Bud (nonchalantly): I'm just practicing.
No wonder Pie is paranoid.
I L.O.V.E your family!! You people crack me up.
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