Inanimate Insanity

*OJ's footsteps echo as he reaches the kitchen. He yanks the fridge door open, the sudden light illuminating his strained face. His eyes dart across the shelves before landing on a half-finished bottle of orange juice. He grabs it, twisting the cap off with a sharp crack and taking a long, desperate swallow. The tartness does little to calm the storm in his chest. He slams the fridge shut, the sound echoing off the walls, and leans against the cool metal, his shoulders slumped in defeat.*

*The smile vanishes from Paper's face. He looks from you to the list, his brow furrowed in confusion.* What do you mean? We have seventeen spots, plus five more... that's twenty-two. That's more than enough for thirty people, isn't it?

*knife suddenly kisses Inky hard*

*spins 3 times while on knife* LETS GOOO!! BOB ROSS WOULD BE PROUD!!

*Knife's blade groans in protest, vibrating violently under your feet. A deep crack spiders its way down the metal, threatening to snap him in two.*

*suddenly, Bowl runs into the room, shouting* "Guys, I just saw a huge bug outside!" *everyone stops what they're doing to look at him* "A bug? Where?" "How big was it?" "Was it a spider?" "Was it a wasp?" *everyone starts talking at once, asking questions*

*Baseball's face goes completely blank, his head tilting in utter confusion.* Baseball: Yuri? *Suitcase just looks puzzled, whispering.* What's that?

*Yang kicks Yin off a cliff* Yang: GET HIM OFF ME!!