Padded

The tablecloth.

Now, the tablecloth.

Under the mattress, quick!

There's a hole in the nylon!

We'll bring you a mattress later.

It's padding, don't be fooled.

Like a potbellied stove on a frosty morning.

but I'll be all right if they just change the cloth. I wasn't being polite.

You bought the tablecloth to wrap him... the drug to put him to sleep.

It's like being by a potbellied stove on a frosty morning.

The sinus cavity is lined with a membrane called the Sniderian membrane, which may or may not be perforated.

Remember when I said that being near you is like being near a potbellied stove?

Mr. Samsa threw the bedspread over his shoulders, Mrs. Samsa came out only in her night shirt, and like this they stepped into Gregor's room.

And likewise, if someone says, Nice store you've got there. It would be a real shame if something happened to it we understand that as a veiled threat, rather than a musing of hypothetical possibilities.