Beloved: *hurrying in* what happened?
Sparky: Nothing... *irritated voice*
Beloved: yeah... loud swearing in the bathroom is generally bad
Sparky: I'm shaving.
Beloved: *checks the scene* hey, this foaming bleach bathroom cleaner tin is the same size as your shave foam tin!
Sparky: I noticed...
Beloved: I bet that's an awful thing to smear on your face.
Of course, Beloved is smug because he thinks this proves him right about my not wearing my glasses when I shave (hot water = steam = useless glasses ANYWAY and I don't wear sideburns so shaving the sides of my face while wearing glasses is impossible and annoying). Though his previous arguments were that I would cut my throat which would a) be an impressive feat even as my razor seems to grow an extra blade every time I blink and b) means Beloved apparently doesn't know where his face is unless he can see it in a mirror. Of course, this may be due to his inexperience of actually SHAVING since you can hardly call the removal of patchy, downy fuzz "shaving", right?
Personally I think this is proof of the chaos Beloved causes when he creatively hides things (which he calls "putting things away")
Clearly I am right.