[he's more than used to things being thrown at him, though they're usually not as soft as pillows, so he automatically catches the pillow in midair without taking his eyes off the television and starts tearing it apart]

Kick him again! Kick him until he says he'll save himself! You fucking smug bastard, do something useful for once in your life or I'll curse what little's left of your balls off and then I'll feed them to--

[glances up as the air is suddenly filled with floating bits of cotton]

...blimey, where did all this come from?