[He looks less than amused. In fact, the very opposite. He's scowling at her as she opens her door, and if he had thought to grab the list off the fridge, she'd definitely have it shoved in her face right now.]
They're ones about that bloody chore list an' why the fuckin' shit I'm ewen on there at all.
[He folds his arms over his chest, as if increasing how much he's visibly offended by this whole thing will serve to only make her realize her grave error in this.]
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They're ones about that bloody chore list an' why the fuckin' shit I'm ewen on there at all.
[He folds his arms over his chest, as if increasing how much he's visibly offended by this whole thing will serve to only make her realize her grave error in this.]
I ain't no flippin' slawe.