Toilet Wall: Code Red, everyone. Code Red! Mirror Wall: He just stuffed a Chipotle bag in the trash. We're in this for the long haul, boys.Son: Ugh, leave me alone! I need to concentrate. Picture Wall: Then don't start playing Tiny Wings this time. Last time you were here for half an hour.Mirror Wall: We nearly died of suffocation.Son: This is my bathroom and I'll take however long I want.Toilet Wall: At least give us a courtesy flush.Son: Just give me a little privacy.Picture Wall: I have an idea. Have your dad build an outhouse in the backyard. Win-win.Son: It's the middle of the winter. I'd freeze to death.Mirror Wall: Better than suffocating to death.Son: Look, no one's enjoying this. But the sooner you quit bugging me the faster I'll be.Toilet Wall: He has us cornered. Radio silence, fellas.
Picture Wall: The smell. It's
it's seeping into my drywall.
Wall Behind TV: Hey. HEY! What're you watching? I can't see!Dad: We're watching a show as a family. You're not in the family, so please be quiet. WBTV: I'D KILL TO WATCH SOMETHING. IT'S SO BORING NOT SEEING ANYTHING.
Tween Girl's BedroomWall #1: I swear, if she puts another One Direction poster on me, I'm gonna crack.Wall #2: At least she's using the putty on you! I'm full of holes thanks to all those collages she tacks on me. Wall #1: Oh, you want the putty do you? Every time she peels something off half of me goes with her! And I haven't had a paint job in years.Wall #2: Poor white wall. I'm haute pink. Huate. Pink. Can you even comprehend how emasculating that is? Wall #1: I'm actually Ivory Lace. Not white. Thank you very much.
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