I kicked your vacuum cleaner down the stairs; it was a Dyson. On impact it made such a splendid breaking sound that I nearly orgasmed with pleasure.
But, I have had enough of it. The Dyson sounded like a jet in screaming, headache-inducing takeoff. Wrist breakingly heavy, especially when lugging up the stairs. Well, I have had enough. You deafness to my pleas went on far too long. Buy another one. Just not a Dyson. If you disobey my wish and buy a Dyson it shall be kicked out of the house. This is your only warning. Mum.