Stalin caught sneaking!

I need to work on my stealth approach, it seems. Earlier today, while plotting an attack on my daddies - who were lolling around in bed, reading glossy magazines for far too long - I must have chuckled to myself or something, because I was discovered.

Hey, daddies, I'm only looking out for your best interests. Vogue rots the brain, and frankly, if you're not going to get nibbled, then how do you propose to ever get your respective abs back? Especially you, pear boy - you know who you are. Get thee to a gym, pronto.