...yeah. Not 'cause I can't walk, I just don't feel like it.

[No, he wants to be held by his large feathery boyfriend, thank you very much. He'll bother to sit up, though, to make himself easier to scoop. Mind the giant wings, they're just out here. Rosso hasn't figured out how to make them lie completely flat yet.]

Throw me into the tub so I don't get muck all over the floors, too.

[just yeet him]