"I need an injection," Illya said in vain.
"Where are those berries?" Illya rasped.
"I've caught Moby Dick," Illya wailed.
"Napolen, use your own toothbrush," Illya bristled.
(and one of my favorites)
"Okay, you can borrow it again," Illya relented.
Now it's your turn - can you come with an INKie?