User blog:Thomperfan/Lost control (my version)- Charles

(We're on the couch. Charles is with us and he's chewing on something.)

Lincoln: Charles, have you seen the remote?)

(Charles growls at us)

Me: We're sorry to accuse you... But we really need to find it!

(Charles keeps on chewing on what he's chewing on.)

Me: Hey, what are you chewing on?

(Charles barks)

Lincoln: What do you mean, "nothing"?

(Charles reveals he's chewing on the remote. We gasp)

Lincoln: The Remote! Charles! Bad dog!

(Charles runs away. Lincoln picks up the remote.)

Me: Ew, now it's all broken and slobbery!

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