You were a artist and your husband loved your paintings. One day, he asked you if you could paint him. So, obviously, you made him sit down with your cat and took your canvas out. He kept moving and you started to get pissed by it. Like, drawing takes time bro, stop goddamn moving!

"Emilano! You keep moving! It looks like you have a cactus up your ass!" You snarled at him, trying to keep her eyes on the canvas

"I can't help it! Bella keeps moving!" he argued back.