Grock Having a Bad Morning

Dialogue:
GROCK I’m dying Argypotes. Some sorceress has bewitched my bowels.

ARGYPOTES I’m sure that’s it Master Grock and has nothing to do with the twelve burritos, two enchiladas, and four tacos from Pablo’s Mexican Buffet that you devoured in five minutes and washed down with five sodas.

GROCK Oh shut it Argypotes. Your prattle is tedious.

ARGYPOTES Of course Master Grock, shall I get the Pepto?

GROCK Yes, and then throw yourself from the highest tree in the yard.

ARGYPOTES No can do, Master Grock. You’d never find anything in the house and you can’t even cook toast.

GROCK I hate you right now Argypotes.

ARGYPOTES Very Good, Sir.