The human male doesn’t like the College Station water. News flash for you, mortal:
No one does.
So that’s why he avoids it when he can. He drinks a lot of flavored fizzy water instead. I’ve no objection to the concoction myself, but sometimes I get sick of tripping over twelve-packs of the stuff, and the human female is always asking me to take the cans out to the recycling barrel.
Fat chance. Let the mortal take care of his own leavings.
Today, I have had enough. I have bespelled his beverages, and half the ones in this particular carton, when opened, are going to practically explode with a loud noise and a bit of twisty metal just perfect for slicing fingers.
Ehehehehe! Look at him jump!