My Agent bought a new apparatus for Brach and me. Before it was even fully assembled, I had invaded the castle and had claimed it as entirely my own. As she attached the last dangle toy, she politely requested I vacate the domicile and allow her to move it into the living room.
I resisted, causing her to drag it (and my voluptuous ass) across the floor.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to arrange for the installation of a life-sized poster of me, a wet bar and a stripper pole.
Ah...the responsibilities of being a home-owner!