Josh, from the bedroom: *shrieks*
Me, from the living room: What? What? Are you all right?
Josh walks into the living room holding an ENORMOUSLY ROTUND MOUSE by the tail.
Me: Please tell me it wasn't under the covers.
Josh: No, it was just on top of them.
Me: No guts?
Josh: Not many.
Me: Oh, that's okay, then.
Josh: Man, our Okay Bar has gotten REALLY, REALLY LOW.