"Thanks for letting me stay here, man. Really, how was I supposed to know that cat I found outside my door had fleas?"
"Shawn, that cat had scabs. She was dirty and sick. It's obvious she had more than fleas. Why you brought that nasty thing inside in the first place, I still don't know."
"Gus, please. Tacocat was the greatest animal ever. She was psychic."
"Just because she knew you were going to feed her when you went to the kitchen doesn't make her psychic, Shawn," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Now, you can stay here while your house is fumigated, but you have to let me sleep. I have to work, you know."
Gus woke up a while later to light seeping in through his door. And it sounded like the water was on. Why would Shawn be taking a shower in the middle of the night? He got up, cursing Shawn left and right as he walked into the hallway. "Oh, my- SHAWN!"
Shawn groaned from where he was laying, between the kitchen and the living room. Gus rushed over to check on his friend. It was then that he saw the sink was flooded and flowing over, and the freezer and refrigerator doors were open. "Shawn, there better be a good reason for this."
"What's up, buddy? You decide to come watch MacGuyver with me? Uh, Gus, I don't mean to alarm you, but your house is flooded."
"I know that Shawn! You did it!"
"No way, man. I was asleep."
"I think you're suffering from somnambulism, Shawn."
"English, Gus."
"Sleepwalking. You're sleep walking, Shawn."
"No way, dude. I didn't do it when I was little, and I don't do it now. It's obvious that some prowler came in and stole your ice cream and flooded the sink on purpose so you wouldn't notice the missing ice cream."
"Uh huh. Well, you know you have to clean this up," he replied, throwing Shawn a towel. "I'm going back to bed."