Tiri (dog):  I can’t stand it.  I have to get into the garbage.  Something in there smells fantastic.  It smells like heaven.  I compels me, it drives me mad.  But they don’t want me to.  It makes a mess, and later, I am wracked with guilt.  But… the aroma… it’s unbearable!  Will they turn their backs?  Go to another room?  Leave for a while?  

Nigel (cat):  Some bitch had better fucking feed me.

Suki (snake): I hear you, bro.

Tiri (dog): OMG OMG OMG.  Outside!  I must go outside and sniff everything.  Twice.  And pee on lots of things.  Answer my pee-mail.  And sniff and sniff!!!!!1  And go completely freakshow when I see another dog, because I don’t know for sure whether I want to eviscerate it or just play!  YAY!  Outside!

Nigel (cat):  I swear to Christ if that dog pounces at me again, I’ll take one of her ears off.

Tiri (dog):  There’s a pizza on the counter!  I must drag it onto the floor and eat it as fast as I can!  harmph harmph harmph *gulp* *belch*

Nigel (cat):  They’re going to reveal you.

Tiri (dog):  Wow, that was exhausting.  I will rest while I wait to poop.

Nigel (cat), while sleeping under my bed pillow:  You will dream of mice.