Red: Umph!

Purple: What the…

Gray: Hey! Stop pushing!

Red: I’m not pushing! I’m getting pushed!

Gray: Well… who’s pushing you?!

Red:  I don’t know, ask purple. He can see better from his angle.

Purple: Don’t look at me… I can’t see anything but a big, squishy, silver blob.

Silver: Are you calling me fat?!

Purple: …

Silver: Well, ARE YOU?!

Purple: Look, all I can see is you. From every. Single. Angle.

Silver: I am not fat! I am multi-ply bulky.

Red, Purple, and Gray: *snicker*

Silver: I WILL MAKE A BEAUTIFUL HAT ONE DAY.

<nothing can be heard above the laughter>

Light Camel with a Hint of Gold: I don’t know why you’re listening to them anyway. If anyone’s getting out of this box anytime soon, it’s you.

Gray: Oh, hi Tiny. I forgot you were down there. All the way at the bottom of the box.

LCwaHoG: I am smaller in stature because I’m CASHMERE. Not that you would understand anything about pedigree.

Gray: I understand it’s got about eighteen other skeins on top of it right now.

LCwaHoG: I would LOVE to continue this conversation, but my mother always taught me not to talk to MACHINE WASHABLE.

Red: Would you all shut up?! Who got pushed? And how?

Gray: How would I… WAIT… Is that…

All: DAYLIGHT!!!

 

*to be continued*