Your sister doesn't count as a judge. Bias.

Like hell you can outlift me.

[Now she's got his ire up. He looks around for something to pick up, and his eyes alight on the Arcanine chewing on an old bowling pin.]

Hooch! Get over here! [Blake tosses a smug glance at the screen as the Arcanine hops to his feet.] Now I'll show you who--

[The Arcanine happens to have interpreted Get over here as Come play, and also to interpret play as tackle bodily]

Holy fuck!

[That's all Blake gets out before a giant orange furball knocks him right out of the chair with a crash.]