• “Ralph is a rodent much like the creatures from anime cartoons. He has one big patch of white fur and two crescent ears, fat stripes on his tail and strange marks on his face.
    Ralph was sitting far across the park drinking a soda and talking to bob, his pet rock. Bob did not respond to any of it which began to anger him.
    “Why don't you talk. Every time I try to talk to you it's like you ignore me!” He yelled at the rock.
    The rock said nothing.
    “how rude. How long are you going to ignore me?” After a few minutes of arguing with the rock he gave up, shaking his head at the box Bob was in. Greg the baby approached the bench and asked: can I sit here for a bit?” Ralph nodded and Greg plopped onto the bench.
    “Bob isn't talking to me for some reason.” Ralph told Greg.
    “lucky you. Twinkie won't shut up for two seconds. This is when Rubber, the seemingly inanimate object told them. “why don't you trade friends for a day?”
    “Thats a good idea. How can you talk though?”
    “Er-”
    “Hey guys!” Twinkie interrupted in his usual manner.
    “Twinkie. Were going to switch friends for a day.”
    “OKAY!” Twinkie yelled. Greg grabbed the Rock and left. Sorry! He said as he left.
    “Sit down Twinkie.”
    “OKAY!”
    “so what do you think about-” (Before he speaks, let me warn you. He will speak of random things that he doesn't even realize he's saying. DO NOT READ THIS NEXT LINE IF YOU WANT TO HEAR THE QUESTION). It's about Robots who eat ice cream and talk about water polo a ten fifty at night when they were supposed to be studying for a math test which they had at five thirty in the evening two weeks from now.
    “Robots who eat ice cream speak about water polo at ten fifty at night when they were supposed to be studying for a math test which they had at Five thirty in the evening two weeks from now?”
    Twinkie's mouth was gaping open.”what?” he said. He explained it again. No cigar. Again. No dice. After ten failed attempts he ran to Greg.
    “Greg! Your friend is so annoyingly dumb”.
    “Sorry.” He repeated.
    “I would imagine that Bob was so boring you got tired of him.”
    “No. you would think that this would be an ironic twist that we wanted different lives, but it's only you.”
    “I'm taking bob back.” Ralph Grumbled