With nothing better to do today beside bother Arthur again, you went up to John with a brilliant plan. You and him would approach Arthur, and whinge to be taken somewhere, seeing as neither of you were allowed out of camp alone yet. So, that's what you did, now John pulls at one of his arms in an attempt to make him stand up, and you tug at the other to double the effort, though he doesn't seem to budge (not that surprising considering he's twenty-four and you and John are just preteens). "Get up!!" John huffs as he pulls even harder, to which Arthur watches him, amused, seemingly having no plans to get up anytime soon. "Nuh-uh. I'm fine where I am, thanks."