*bleugh*

You see, what you don't want when you're feeling nauseous is your dumb dog to bring you a rotting magpie carcass he's decided to chomp on and suddenly forget the three commands 'Give' 'Drop' and 'Leave'. It went something like this (I'm asuming here that Ron CAN talk and that I know what he would say);

C: Eeeeugh! Filthy animal, drop it! *retches*
R: No, it's mine.
C: Ron, give! *retch*
R: No, it's my carcass.
C: Ron LEAVE!!!!!!!! FOR GOD'S SAKE DROP, LEAVE, GIVE AAAARRRRRRRRGH *pukes while smacking Ron around the chops*
R: Jeeeez if you want it THAT badly...*drops carcass at my feet and bimbles off*
C: *puke* *puke* *puke*

(authors footnote: I do realise that with blog titles such as 'Piss' 'Shit' and 'Vomit' I do actually now qualify to replace Gilbert and George)