I jumped onto the bed and walked up to his face.
He didn't move.
I headbutted his face.
He didn't move.
I pawed at his face.
He didn't move.
I pawed at his face, and left one claw out.
He moved, and made an 'ergh' sound.
I pawed him again, and he said 'piss off, Clive - I've got a hangover'.
I'm not sure what this means, and I'm hungry. I'll keep pawing his face.
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