[Narrow eyes shoot at Mike, and while he really wants to yank that cloth off of Mike's hands and rub it in his face, that would probably mean their little war would just go on endlessly, and a wet collar means Chuck's already going to want to change his shirt as it is.]
Oh you can count on that, Mister Chilton. [He sighs, and walks back into the kitchen, knowing there's a basket with fresh laundry there.]
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Oh you can count on that, Mister Chilton. [He sighs, and walks back into the kitchen, knowing there's a basket with fresh laundry there.]