[Leaning up against one of said piles, he sighs heavily and kicks at a random sock lying about. It always sucks to get scolded, especially when he knows he was in the wrong.]

I wasn't aiming for its head, I was aiming for its tail. Bit of a difference there.

[With a nod he pushes off of the clothing mound and turns to face it, giving it a test shove. This one's going to take a bit more effort than the previous one. Maybe if they're lucky they'll catch the catfish in the avalanche.]

Works for me. I need to work out some stress.

[That said, he puts his back into it and shoves hard, making the stack wobble unsteadily. A few more tries has it toppling over with a satisfied grunt. Haha! That's more like it! Take that, you stupid thieving fish!]