A short while later, Sully and Mike sloped out of the room, wearing looks of deep exhaustion.
"Never – tell me – to do – exercise that early – in the morning!" Sully gasped, wiping his sweaty face, "And besides," he said, smelling the air, looking disgusted, "I need to take a shower!"
"No time for that now, wear some odorant," Replied Mike, through a mouthful of cornflakes, "We'll be late for work."
"Look who's talking? I was the one telling you to wake up –"
"No you weren't –"
"Yes I was–"
"Don't make a pantomime out of this –"
"Cut it out! What is our company's name? "Smellers Inc"?" Sully shouted.
"Doorbell!" Mike alerted. They both walked up to the front door, before opening it, where they found dozens of furious monsters standing outside. Some were growling angrily; Mike and Sully had been unaware of how much noise they had been making. "Erm... Tea, anyone?" Mike asked, fidgeting.