"Hi, mansion," said everyone present in unison. Then they attempted to clap, but failed miserably on account of all their hands being on mute.
"I've been a mansion for, oh, I don't know... eight or seven chapters," continued the mansion. "I've tried to quit, but i just don't have enough of the right sort of water-proof pens."
"We may be of serviceable magnitude," said the wall that was leaning on itself.
"I have loads of pens," said the lawsuit and spontaneously sued somebody.
"I really wish you would stop doing that," said Pet and appeared before a grand jury.
The voice listened and realised that it was not speaking. "I've been allergic to pens ever since I could mumble," it said, satisfied.
"You're nothing but a vocal administration!" yelled the wall snidely.
"How will you be able to help me?" said the mansion unhelpfully.
The lawsuit used Pet's hands to shuffle some papers and a loud crash was heard from somewhere within the mansion... inside.
"Ugh, my liver," complained the mansion. "I mean, ugh, my observatory."
"Well, hide three pigs behind me and try to blow me down, what was that?" exclaimed the wall and nearly fell over.
Suddenly a battalion of water-proof pens watched TV in the sitting room. They were wearing colour coded caps.
Pet gave the lawsuit a pointed look.
"What am I supposed to do with it?" asked the lawsuit.
Meanwhile, the mansion was happily being joyous and took all the pens. "I'm freeee!" Then it changed into a flagon of whisky.
"Another day, another victory," proclaimed the lawsuit boastfully. "I am the master of overcoming adversity. Cookies are no match for my crumbling powers."
"Oh, shut up," said Pet and threw the lawsuit into the Washing Machine of Justice.
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