Janice:  Here I sit, staring into oblivion...

Jordan:  Ummm...Janice, you can come out of the closet...if you want.

Janice:  Oh, that's why it's so dark...hmmm...this presents a dilemma.

Jordan:  what?

Janice:  I don't want to leave...I'm in love with the vacuum!

Jordan:  I see...*walks away with a troubled look on his face*

Janice:  I'M SORRY IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY, DIRT DEVIL *SOB* I NEVER MEANT TO LOVE YOU!!! Hold me one more time before this all must end. *CRASHHHH*

Janice: *gasp* You DROPPED me!!! How could you!!?!! I-I thought you loved me!

Jordan:  umm...Janice, are you okay in there?

Janice:  Yes, I'm glad I'm leaving!  I'm not wanted in he- who's that, eh dirt devil?  Yeah, sure, I knew it couldn't be true.  You've had that slinky broom in here all the while, haven't you?  Ha!  Well I'm nobody's fool anymore...GOODBYE!  *CRASHHH*  Darn you Jordan, you moved the door!

Jordan:  Ummm..actually, I didn't, but you did run through the wall.

Janice:  I was wondering why I ended up in the garage...whoa...Mr. Weed Eater, how long have you been here?  hehe...

Jordan: Oh geez...