The Things I Endure For Ice Cream

I asked Robert Jr if he would run out and buy me some ice cream. He looked straight into my eyes, nay, my soul, for a good long while. Then he started spinning around, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was just a majestic frantic blur of fur and fat rolls. Finally, I caved and told him he needs to develop a more succinct way of telling people to frig off.