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Wanda: Peter, c'mon, you gotta get up.
Teenage Peter in his rebellious phase: Afafuff... shmooboovoo.
Pietro: Peter, come on.
Peter, burrowing back under his blankets: I'm dying to hear what you're doing in my room at 8:45 on a Saturday.
Wanda: *yanks the blanket off of him*
Peter, curled in a fetal position: This is beyond heinous, man.
Peter, stretching: Did you not read the study?
Wanda: I don't care about the study.
Peter:
Peter, deadpan: You are the very essence of evil.