*pulls breifcase away*
I said Down dog!
If he has a cold, then maybe he's asleep in bed still. I'll go and check on him.
*walks upstairs, dragging a breifcase and attached dog behind*
*is hit by blasting music from Vic's room*
*bangs on door*
Hey, Breakfast. You're Mother's in a bit of a mood because the dog didn't like her toast, so be nice. Vic? Vic, are you in there?