Pierre: What are you doing in there, Newt?
Newton: I’m hanging out. What does it look like?
Ashton: It looks like a big Cheeto of a tail sticking out of a paper bag.
Pierre: It does look like a Cheeto, doens’t it?
Newton: I can hear you out there, you know.
Ashton: All this talk about Cheetos is making me hungry. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
Pierre: Save some for me. But you can eat Newton’s portion.
Newton: I can still hear you.
Pierre: Are you almost done in there? * nudge *
Newton: Hey, that tickles!
Pierre: There you are. Do you know that you have all kinds of catlicks now?
Newton: I know. I have to go groom before all the ladycats see me like this.
Pierre: Finally, it’s my turn! I don’t see what was so great about this. It’s just kind of dark in here. Maybe I’m doing it wrong.
Pierre: I know how to do this without getting catlicks all over me from backing out.
Pierre: Actually, this is kind of a Pierre-sized spot for a snooze. Excuse me while I nod off in paperbaglandia.
to be continued…
