Me: "since it's my turn to cook, and i don't feel like cookin, you've got 2 choices. a) grilled cheese with soup or b) sandwich with kraft dinner."

(Chubby Chaser is on the sofa, under a blanket, reaches down under the blanket and starts to scratch his balls)

Me: "So are you conferring with your balls? Do they want soup or KD?"

CC: "they want KD.... so we'll go with soup"

Me: "but you just said that they wanted KD!!"

CC:" Well they don't always get what they want now do they ?!?"