"Brawn, no!" I hear the Golden Weasel cry, her tone of voice making it plain he's about to do something life-threatening.
I rush into the room to find that, if it's indeed life-threatening, it's no more than a digital life that's in danger, as they're both simply sitting on the couch, playing a video game.
As I roll my eyes, The Brawn responds to the Weasel's plaintive plea. "Why not?" he asks.
They continue to play. After a bit, she deigns to reply. "Because," she says, in a perfectly reasonable tone of view.
Another pause. Then he replies, "okay."
What is wrong with these two?