You wake up to your mom pounding on your door. "Honey, telephone! I told him you were asleep, but he doesn't care."

"Yeah, yeah, come in," you mumble, not fully awake. You take the phone. "What."

You hear laughter on the other end. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

After a long pause you respond, "Go away. I'm busy."

"I am away, and what exactly are you busy doing in your sleep?!" he demands.

"Sleeping," you answer plaintively.

"I'm awake, and therefore have no sympathy," he chuckles. "Get your lazy butt out of bed, or I'm gonna have to come over there."

"Oooooh, I'm scared!" you reply. "And what exactly do you intend to do about it once you're here?"

"It's actually quite simple." he informs you. "I pick you up and sit you on your little feet, and you're up."

"Fine."

"Fine what?" he questions.

"Fine come over," you respond.

He pauses. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes... and if you're not up, I will do something about it!"

"Yeah whatever, bye."

"Later."

You can hear him laugh as he hangs up. You contemplate your next move. Do you...

Get out of bed and fix yourself up so you actually look decent
Let him get you up, if he wants you to so badly