Pillow Talk
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
Kevin Mask was awaken by a cold presence on his back.
"Terry, kindly take your cold feet off my back. I can feel them through my pajamas."
Kevin then felt the comfortable warmth of the duvet being pulled away from him.
"Maybe mah feet wouldn't be so cold if a certain pink-wearing, greedy, British, angst bucket kept hogging all of the sheet."
"1. It's called a "duvet" not a "sheet". 2. I'm the bigger man, so I need more of the duvet."
Kevin then reclaimed the duvet as his.
"Not that taller." Terry yanked the duvet back.
"This is my house, so I get more of the duvet." Kevin took the duvet and wrapped himself in a sort of duvet cocoon.
"This ain't yer house. It's yer daddy's house, so you git nothin' " Terry tried to unraveled Kevin warm and cozy cocoon.
"I thought you loved me. I thought you Brits were supposed to be chivalrous and crap like that.
Kevin poked his head out of the cocoon.
"Why Terry, I never knew you were a girl. And here I thought our relationship was homosexual."
"That's it, I'm tossing you out the window." And so Terry tossed Kevin out of the bedroom window.
There was a great deal of snow on the ground and Kevin was a badass chojin, so he survived. But he was now very, very, cold,
Terry got a spare duvet out of the linen closet (which he could have done in the first place) and settled down to a warm and peaceful sleep.
Moments later he was interrupted by Kevin's now cold and snowy feet:
A very southern "EEEE-YOOOOOOW!" was heard throughout the Mask household.