*scraping Empathy Man off of MI sidewalk*

C'mere, up ya' go. That's it.

*glaring at EM for his whining*

You look fine! Now stand up like a man! You can't be tired yet, it's the middle of the day, fer cryin' out loud.

You need to get groceries and pick up the dry cleaning before it's time for the kids to get off the bus! Move it!

Waahhh? You're hungry? Fine.

*gives EM a plate*

Here. Today your lunch is three Unisom, a nice big bowl of Immdium so you'll be going days without going, and this lovely T-bone steak. Uh, uh, uh, you can't use conventional silverware with this next shot of Novacaine in those fingers.

Time's up! *snatching plate away*

Now get your sorry butt back on that scooter and find a way to get those groceries from it, and get them all back and put away in their proper places. Move it!

NO! no nap, you haven't the time!