Slave

Jess stood with her hands on her hips looking at the pile of dishes still sitting in the sink.  "Damn it Gree! What is up with this mess? I thought I told you to wash the dishes?" 

Gree was standing stiffly on the tiny kitchen table, his hands clasped behind his back.  "No, you told me to take them and put them in the sink.  You never said to wash them."