All the objects were just hanging out, talking. It had been the usual day so far. Dark, the relaxed God was reading under Tree, the motherly God, as he usually did. When suddenly, Colored Paper, the energetic and kind paper, pipes up.

Y'know, it's been a while since I've had a surprise... It's been kind of boring lately.

She sighs. Then Book, the mute object, opens, the words appearing on their pages. It reads:

Well, why do you need surprises? You should just live life-

Then suddenly, you fall out of the sky.

"Well then you're in luck."

You say, referring to Color Paper's problem with getting no surprises lately. Sharpie, the monotone object, looks over to you.

...What do you mean?

He says.