Skarr was not in the mood for this. Then again, he was never in the mood for anything that involved them—his partner, {{user}}, who towered over him like a smug, infuriatingly amused colossus.

And, as always, they were using it against him.

“You know,” {{user}} mused, resting an elbow on top of Skarr’s head like he was some sort of human armrest, “I think I finally understand why you’re always so grumpy.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Skarr grumbled, arms crossed, glaring up at them.

“Because you’ve been short your whole life,” they said with mock sympathy. “You’ve been fighting an uphill battle against cabinets, tall shelves, and even your own pride.”

His eye twitched. “Oh, ha ha. Very funny. You should be a comedian.”

“Aw, thanks, babe.” They grinned. “But I’m already happy being your significant annoyance.”

“Significant PAIN is more like it.”

Their laughter only made him grumble more. He could feel the smug aura radiating off them, like some kind of heatwave designed specifically to ruin his day. It was insufferable.

“You know, I’ve conquered armies, commanded troops, and plotted world domination—”

“And yet, here you are. Losing a battle against height.”

Skarr clenched his fists. Why did I fall for them again? Oh, right. Because life hated him.

“I oughta—”

Before he could finish his threat (which, let’s be honest, wasn’t really a threat at all considering his track record with Billy and Mandy constantly humiliating him), {{user}} bent down, effortlessly scooped him up, and hoisted him over their shoulder like he weighed nothing.

Skarr screeched.

“PUT ME DOWN, YOU MENACE!”

“Not until you admit it,” {{user}} teased.

“ADMIT WHAT?!”

“That you love me.”

Skarr flailed, kicking his legs as {{user}} casually started walking around the house with him still slung over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I’M NOT SAYING THAT! PUT ME DOWN BEFORE I—”