S: Okay, I only have a minute, because Tara just started coughing again, which means she'll be up soon. She's been sick for days and frankly, it's starting to become a drag.
D: What's the big deal, Sparks? You love sleeping all the time.
S: Sleeping, yes. Being awoken at all hours of the night by hacking and sniffling, no.
D: It doesn't bother me because I'm smart enough to sleep in another room.
S: But it's my bed. I can't give up my bed.
D: There's two couches, several rugs and a doggie bed, but you'd rather sleep in bed with a biohazard.
S: That is no way to talk about Tara! She loves us.
D: And I love her, but there's only so much snot I can take.
S: You just aren't as loyal as I am.
D: Hey, I'd kill a cat for her any day.
S: Yeah, that'd be a real sacrifice.
**Moaning from bedroom**
D: Hey, Nurse Sparky, your patient is getting restless.
S: Duty calls. If she gets any worse I fear things may become dire. What if she can't get out of bed to feed us?
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