And now for something completely different.

Partial conversation:

W: "On whose authority is all this based?"
C: "Mine. I am the sole authority. I am King of Mars."
UB: "Can I be King of Uranus?"
C: "No."

And, on a totally unrelated note to the above, but to cap off the beautiful experiences I've been having as of late...

The vacuum broke. Right after the only stipulation the CPS person gave us was that we needed to clean up. It broke right on our living room floor.