Actual conversations I had with Grover today...
ME: [grating Parmigiano Reggiano] This is CHEESE Grover. CHEEEEESE.
ME: Tell you what. If you can say "Cheese," you can have a hunk.
ME: Nope. No cheese for you.
ME: [6 AM, standing outside in my robe, waiting for Grover to pee...] Are you gonna go potty?
GROVER: [not going potty]
ME: C'mon! You wake me up at 6 AM and you're not gonna pee?! Just piss, okay?
GROVER: [pees about a thimble-ful of whizz]
ME: You win this round, my scruffy friend. But don't come running to me when you have a dried turd affixed to your ass hair.
ME: [throwing frisbee in backyard] GO GET THE FRISBEE, GROVER!
GROVER: ... fuck off.