“Leroy? Yeah, he didn’t want to come to dinner for some reason. Maybe he’s just cranky because he said, and I’m paraphrasing a little here, ‘I’d rather swim through molten lava than eat another bite of Mom’s cooking,’ which is a really strange thing to say because I think your food is delicious! In fact, could I have Leroy’s portion?”
Hey, it’s a dog-eat-dog world, Sharon H.
Somehow this little flattened cutie doesn’t look like a “Leroy” to me…
Maybe his name is Zazu??
I have got to rewatch. It’s been far too long.
Leroy needs to stand up for himself.
Reminds me of when I was younger. I was a slow eater but my brother chowed down and was usually done before me. He would then kinda hover, asking are you going to finish that? You look like you’re getting full? Do you want some help finishing that?? I’m surprised I didn’t end up with some weird complex about eating and food in general. Nowadays, I’d say back off mister and let me enjoy my meal.