Aches
"Stop complaining, Train." says the newspaper, rustling itself at him.
"Yes. Your comments only make the situation less bearable." the china doll agrees.
It's been three days since he last had a square meal. The newspaper dies and becomes a hatstand, which leaves the room. The china doll follows, taking the newspaper with it. Maybe they're going to bury it. Awfully nice of them.
Although, on the other hand, maybe paper's edible. Just maybe.
"We cannot get any work done with him like this." the china doll says.
"I know. Just wish he'd quit his bellyaching."