I would because having already told you not to... I now have the perfect excuse to demand that you clean it up.
Every... last ... drop.
In the meantime... there's no reason to risk getting soda on your clothing. Your pants should stay on to keep your knees comfortable but uh... I'll take your shirt when you're ready.
Huh? A mop? No... we don't believe in mops in this household. Okay... maybe we do. I just don't believe in giving them to the man who put the soda precisely where I told him not to. You don't get a mop Volotaire. Ask for something else... and you get to give me back the cloth you have... in exchange for a toothbrush. I'm serious... test me. I have no problem enjoying your shirtless company for as long as it takes to scrape every last sticky speck of soda off my floor.
Would you like me if I teasingly flirted with your sister at a party -... all the while making sultry eyes at you, keeping it unclear whether I was flirting with you by proxy, or simply giving you a fair silent warning that your beautiful sister was going to leave this party with a story of her own that you might actually hear from me before you ever heard from her. Would you still like me?
- Kristen -