Go away! Shoo!
This is our dinner! Not Pica's dinner! Not Biscuit's dinner! OUR DINNER!
Move it, punks!
One day, after Sexy Nerd & I have tripped over one of the dogs and fallen down the stairs to our deaths, people will look back at this post. They'll see the way the dogs have us surrounded; the way Biscuit is silently lurking behind Sexy Nerd, anxiously waiting for him to take an unsteady step backward, to his doom.