Closet Case
"Okay, just-- move your arm a little to the left."
"This left?"
"Ow! No, dipshit, other left."
"There's only, like, one left."
"Christ, why the hell is your foot right there?"
"Don't really know what you're talking about."
"Have you even found the light-switch yet?"
"Don't think this closet has one..."
"Fuck-- ugh, I can't believe I agreed to do this with you!"
"Well I'm sorry, Princess--"
"I'm a guy."
"--But you're the one who insisted on seeing what Carly and Chase were up to."
"It's not my fault that my sister makes dumb choices all the time and she always needs adult supervision."
"You're only, like, what-- a year older than her."
"A year and a half, thank you."
"You're insufferable."
"Yeah, yeah. Talk later. Escape now."
"Aw, shit, your hand is in a strange area..."
"What do you mean?"
"My no-no square."
"..."
"What was that thump?"
"It was me pressing myself as far into the wall as possible."
"Maybe you can phase through the wall and then I'll have enough space to shove open the closet."
"Wishful thinking."
"Indeed."
"Asshole."
"I'm aware I have one."
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