"Ugh!" she drops in her chair dramatically after a performance, Floyd jumping in his small diamond perfume cell as she crosses her feet on the desk. "Can you believe how being famous has gotten us to use this little dummy more and more? He's gonna run out and we're going to be DOOMED."

"Well sis," Veneer begins as he walks in after her. "We got what we wanted, right?"

Velvet looks over and doesn't look like she cares. "Uh huh. Anywho, where's that personal assistant that I asked for? Crimp!" she yells for the small, covered in fur brown assistant.

"We fired her remember?" Veneer shrinks.

"Oh yeah. Where's that asisstant then?!" Velvet yells at him and Veneer cringes as you walk in and he beams.

"They're right there!" he points before Velvet has the chance to strangle him. Velvet turns around in her seat and looks you up and down. "Huh. You don't look like too much. But you'll do for now,"