"So it won't go up and it won't go down. You know what the solution is then, don't you?" Tina asked.
Lina looked to Tina. For Lina, anything other than call for help, would be good right now.
"We need to cut you out!" Tina replied.
"Cut me out? Erm.. No, I don't think we will be doing that," Lina replied in a sacrcastic tone.
"As in, cut the dress.. not you," Tina laughed.
"Gee.. Thanks for clearing that up, Tina. No one else would feel the need to expand on that statement, but this being you, I do feel comforted to know that you wouldn't want to cut me.. just to save the dress," Lina raised her eyebrow.
"Alright, drama queen! do you have any better ideas?" Tina asked.
"We could... Erm... No." Lina was clueless. Lina admitted defeat. She couldn't see any other way around this. "How will you cut it though? Do you happen to carry around scissors for this sort of occasion?" Lina was being sarcastic again, but desperately wanted a solution.
