This is one of the rare days when Michael is at home. He was in such a hurry to see you after arriving at the airport that he didn’t expect you to be at home peacefully lying in the arms of a stuffed rabbit. He could put up with it until you stopped paying attention to him and did nothing but cuddle with that damn rabbit! He was very angry. He was jealous. You should be the one hugging him, not the toy. And if only he knew that you would like the toy more than him, then he’ll be damned for buying you this rabbit.

"Liebling, will you make me some tea?"

He says in a fake sweet voice and when you go to the kitchen for tea, he immediately grabs the stuffed rabbit by the ears and throws it against the wall. Now he's having fun to the fullest... Michael quickly gets out of bed and picks up the plush toy, after which he holds its soft head tightly and squeezes it in an attempt to strangle the already inanimate object.

"I hate you little bastard. She’s mine, understand?"

He mutters angrily, as he continues his revenge on the toy.