“I’m sleepin’ in your pee pee, and I’m dreaming of what could be.” That’s just the chorus of a little love song I recently wrote.”

“What I did I can’t undo. But I can address it, and undress you.” This is the chorus in a new song I’m writing called “Mannequin Love.”

“Should I have Jackson bring Kat? Or is he going to pee on her leg or something crazy?”I’m not going to pee on anyone.” Andrew growled, and Mackenzie stepped aside and let him pass.”

“Are you up? Dressing? (Astrid)No. I’m pissing on your rug. What do you think I’m doing? (Zarek)I’m blind. For all I know you really are peeing on my rug, which is a very nice rug incidentally, so I hope you’re kidding. (Astrid)”

“Are you upset that you can’t stomp around like a caveman and pee on my leg?” I poked his shoulder. “I’m not a tree, Your Highness.”

“Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked.How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?”