"Now, this can't be right."
"What can't be right about it?"
"Everything is all wet."
They were slipping on the pavement again. No one had bothered to clean it.
"We need a bus."
The bus walked up to them all sad like and slipped on the pavement.
"Where are going?"
"We're going where we need to go."
"Where do you need to go?"
"We need to go where we're going."
The bus apologized and continued on to their destination.
"Now I have a collection of facts that will make your head spin, whirl, and shatter," said the Marill.
"What could those be?"
"First of all, let it be known that Toko is objectively the best girl. I have studied the evidence closely and preformed many experiments, and I have determined that there is no other possible scenario in which anyone else could be the best girl."
"Isn't her name White? From the games?"
"Shouldn't you be telling me about the 17th of June?"
The 17th of June was when a mysterious death was reported on the local news at no later than midnight. Local gym leader Brock "Rock" Rockson was found beaten to death in his apartment. No evidence suggested foul play, because the blood found spilling from his head did not match the killer's DNA left behind in several hair strands. Local community support officer Delilah gave an eulogy from five minutes away about the importance of facial care, alone time, and sex education. Local shrimp were reported to taste salty, with a touch of garlic.
"Now that can't be right. I just contacted the police and told them to investigate that place."
"What day is it?"
"June sixteenth."
The clock chimed in its newest hit single. Twenty Two Days Since the Last Taylor Swift Breakup Album! It's at the top of all the charts! It broke the charts!
"Do you see what I'm holding?"
"Matches."
"We need to learn a lesson on fire safety."
They stepped out of the window, where a horrid mess of wood and plaster greeted them.
"We need to learn that wood burns easily. Light this one for me."
She took the match and struck it.
"Won't burning this be a bit unsafe?" she asked.
"No one will ever know that wood is flammable if we don't tell them."
"I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
That acrid smoky smell smothered everything for a day. Coughing, choking, clamoring for more, it raged and swarmed until it starved itself of fuel and sunk within itself, dragging what it could not eat with it into the earth. The worms grew fat that day.