I would argue, but he's actually right. When I started doing the equivalent of growling at him (snapping that he's being f**king ridiculous) after an hour of throwing a childish fit he got right in line before I kind of sent him to bed. I suppose there's a reason I've been a supervisor since I started work when I wasn't even old enough to be at work past eleven. Two months into my first job I got closing supervisor. People just need to be put in their place sometimes. X.x
*perks up and looks around after a stealth hug* what was that? Was that the ghost of huggles past? I hope it's not the ghost of cuddles future. You never know when he's coming.