diego, standing halfway through the living room door way: klaus, if my arm hypothetically fell off, would you give me yours?
klaus, trying to sound like a nice brother: of course! i mean, there’s no reason i wouldn’t.
diego: *steps out fully into the living room to show that his arm is literally gone*
klaus, now regretting everything he said: on second thought, i think pogo’s arm would work better for you.