My husband loves lego's so I stole all his mini-figs and surprised him.
Please tell your husband that any mini-figs he may be missing are currently traveling through my small intestine. I will return them tomorrow.
I'll love you forever and always... as long as you promise to never be under my bare feet. Because stepping on Legos is undeniably the most painful experience I've ever known.
Not trying to be rude, just trying to be literal.