A comfy brother is a good brother. Here I am taking an after-dinner bath on Titus. Mama giggled a little because I was laying on the back of the couch and then I slithered down the cushion on my back until I was cozied up next to Titus. He didn't even move. Notice how relaxed the froot bats look. That is because they are not in any danger. Because I do not chomp them. The End.