Magoo has a twin-sized bed. Last night, I crawled into it to read her a story:
Fatty, plunking down on the bed: "You ready for your story?"
Magoo: "Yes!"
Magoo then smooshes her tiny little body all the way up against the wall, leaving about 95% of the bed open and going to dire lengths like laying on her side, to make the most empty space.
F: "What are you doing?"
M: "Makin' room for your big booty."
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