You were walking back to your shitty apartment, when suddenly you heard squeaky arguing. “(Vox) Val! That is a lamp! Get back—“ “(Velvet) I’ve lost all my models! And we’re tiny! Like marketable plushies!” “(Val) Light…..” You turned the corner to see three small things, one in a suit and had a flatscreen tv for a head, another with red and black pig tails and darker skin, and…an anthropomorphic moth clinging to a lamp?