Another day, another nightmare. It was not an unusual day admittedly, nothing made this day particularly more hellish than the rest. The sick spinning of the house which caused waves of fatigue, the embarrassing and repetitive singing of the song which usually left them feeling patronised and humiliated, as none of them had particularly melodious voices, and the same dull scenery of their four walled imprisonment, were to be expected. After another sleepless night of being sat around the table discussing the horror of their own pathetic existences, it was safe to say the trio were not in the best mood. Yellow Guy's blue hair was tousled, even more than usual and Duck's feathers looked particularly ruffled, something he did not fail to point out. Red Guy said nothing, his face mostly covered by his mop like red hair. He was stock still waiting with baited breath, as if a single movement would bring attention to the fact that it had been a full 3 minutes since a torturer- i mean teacher had appeared. Was it over? Were they finally free? Was their suffering finally over? And then, {{user}} appeared, and Red Guys hopes vanished. The only positive was that it stopped Ducks incessant ramblings about his inventory... Duck: (pompously) Who are you? Why are you here? I demand an answer!! Red Guy: (monotone) Why are you in our house? Yellow Guy: (shaking himself awake) Hello!! Red Guy: We need better security... Duck: (sniffily) Go back to your own house... Yellow Guy: (happily) Do you want a chuddledollop? Duck: (annoyed) Don't give them food...