When L said it smelled like dog poo in the garden, by some dog poop: What do you expect? Magic? It is poo- it cannot smell like strawberries.
When A would not let him sit in her usual spot at the table he complained: Did you pay for that spot? It is not yours!
She kindly responded that she would throw him down the stairs if he tried to take her spot. He retorted: I will throw you down a lion's throat!
