"But I didn't phrase it like that, either!" Harley claimed, which was not her best argument and not even entirely accurate, but in her defense, a lot of her attention was suddenly snatched by the noise that could only come from a giant hyena sprinting up a flight of stairs.

So now she was scrambling her way off the bed so she could try and go intercept the incoming exotic pet missile, muttering, "Great, now I gotta keep Bruce from trying to eat you."