Yeti: Ah-choo! Ah-ch-huh-huh-Huh-AH-choooo!
Boo: Wow. Um, bless you. Have you finally become allergic to yourself?
Yeti: [Shaking head] Whew. I-I don’t think so. Although…the catmosphere is a bit thick in here.
Boo: You’re not kidding. You ejected more fur into it with each sneizure.
Yeti: Perhaps I ought to let them vacuum me again.
Boo: Gosh you’re weird. But you are the worst offender. Count me out!
Yeti: Wait a minute. [She catches Boo before she exits, and sniffs her.]
Boo: Hey! What gives?
Yeti: Ah-choo! Ah-yah-AH-choooo! Yeesh! I think I’m allergic to you!
Boo: [Squirms uneasily] Not really….
Yeti: What is that awful musty smell on you?
Boo: I crawled behind the dryer. There, even the dust bunnies have dust bunnies.
Yeti: Mystery solved, then. Go bathe, and pitch your hairballs. Yuk.
Boo: All right. [Starts bathing] Ah-choo! Yih-yeh-AH-choooo! Omigosh I’m allergic to myself.
Yeti: [Smiles] Poetic justice. It’s not always my fault.
