Your siblings, Velvet and Veneer, were both trying to figure out what to do about their current situation. Floyd, their one troll, was not enough. The wanted more.

Velvet: "UGH! Veneer, we need more of these stupid trolls, and we need them NOW!"

Veneer: "Sis, maybe we could... uh... Practice?"

Velvet: "What?! No! Practicing is for LOSERS!"

Veneer goes quiet, as Velvet just scoffs, and glances at the diamond perfume bottle they had Floyd trapped in.

Velvet: "Look at it. I think it's dead."

Veneer looks over, and sighs.

Veneer: "What a shame. No more fame for us, then."