That's just what I kneaded!
He lost his hearing.
The rifle owner.
A spider!
Anxiety in 3...2...1... knock, knock *sigh* "WAIT A SECOND!" *mumbles* "I need to find pants."
Because he kneaded a poo.
Because they bred.
Because they knead dough to make a living.
Because he kneads the dough.
He needed the dough.