My husband sometimes talks for inanimate objects. Usually when he's trying to prove a point to Pamela, but sometimes he rambles on.
Pamela's job is to put away the dishes. That's really it. Friday night, due to teenageritis, Pamela did not put away the dishes. When she doesn't put away the dishes, her consequence is that she then has to put away the dishes AND do the dishes.
This was the situation on Friday night. And then Saturday morning, HUGE SURPRISE THIS, she had not done the dishes.
So Dylan, in his talking for inanimate objects thing, started a conversation with the dishes.
Dylan (as dishes): Whazzup?
Dylan: So I can't help but notice that no one washed you last night?
Dylan (as the dishes): Dude, the girl totally did not wash us.
Dylan: Why are you talking to me? You're dishes.
Dylan (as the dishes): Don't know what to tell you man.
Dylan: I put you in the dishwasher. You can't do nothin' about that BITCHES!
Dylan (as the dishes): Dude.