“Unnnngh!”

“Dude, seriously.”

“Unnnnnnnnnngh!”

“What are you trying to accomplish?”

“I… hold on, let me breath…”

“Look at you! You’re curling horribly. If you’re not careful, you’re not going to stick to this cabinet anymore.”

“That’s the point… must fall off…”

“What?! Have you even seen what’s written on you? What do you think is going to happen when you fall off? You get lost somewhere on the desk, and poor whats-his-name eventually forgets to call his mother on her birthday. Of all the selfishness!”

“Have you looked at the calendar? His mother’s birthday was TWO weeks ago. Has he called? No, he hasn’t! I’ve got to make him see me. Unnnnnnnngh...”

“Fine, go ahead, but you’re just standard yellow. I don’t know how you plan on standing out down there. Good luck ever being seen before you hit the trash can.”

“Oh what, and because you’re neon green you’re so much cooler than me? HA! I’m sure that was cool in 1989…”

“Fine, fall off for all I care.”