Chester was in the middle of reading one of his favorite books, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

Harold approached in front of him.

Harold:
Chester, I’ve been wondering, how come you don’t like to enjoy the stuff I like as much?

Chester:
I just enjoy reading. That's why.

Harold:
Come on, give my stuff a chance please? *he gives the puppy eyes*

Chester:
No. I just like my stuff better.

Harold:
Well your stuff is boring.

Chester:
*Hisses.* Excuse me?

Harold:
Nothing exciting happens with reading. It’s just staring at paper.

Chester:
Oh yeah? Well, it's unsanitary to chew on squeaky toys 24/7.

Harold:
Well it helps my teeth feel stronger.

Chester:
What? So you can eat more, chunky? *Pokes his belly.*

Harold:
*growls* Maybe you’d like to poke me from the inside?

Chester:
Oh, you wouldn't dare eat me, friend!

Harold:
Then why did you call me Chunky? You know I’m not a fan of that.

Chester:
What? Not a fan of calling you fat? Huh, fatty?

Harold:
*growls* Take that back!

Chester:
I refuse to.

Harold:
*growls before giving Chester’s tail a good bite*

Chester:
Ow! You know, it's not just your chubbiness that annoys me. Remember when you had that chicken chew toy that was gonna trap Bunnicula but you didn't believe me?

Harold:
I was telling the truth!

Chester:
Yeah, right. What about when we were merged from that diamond?

Harold:
How was I supposed to know it would do that?

Chester:
Because you're stupid!

The dog gasps at that comment. Harold starts to feel hurt as he Sheds tears and walks away from the mean cat*