Scene: There’s two inches of snow on the ground outside, and the man can’t understand why Banjo and Rusty won’t go out for their customary ‘constitutional’ before bedtime. This is to avoid them using the litter tray in the night. He chides them for not indulging the usual routine he imposes upon them.
Translation: With those thick clodhoppers you wear on your feet, not to mention the smelly socks you’re rarely parted from, I don’t suppose the small detail about that white stuff being wet and very cold on the paws would cross your mind, would it? And we’ve never crapped on your carpet yet, have we? So cut the cackle and give us something to eat instead.
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