"Hun, what's this chord too? Maybe these are the overhead lights."
"Wait…wait…..those aren't the lights. These….
*Stisssshhh*
Are the lights."
"Uhoh. What did I just pull out of the wall then?"
"Darius, I cannot wait for you to hear my tracks. If you expect slow-paced dancing, then forget it. I was wild as a kid, as were my parents. One of my favorite tracks is....FIRE?"
"Oooh, that sounds like a hot track. I'd love to hear it."
"No, I smell a fire.
MR. HEART....CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you do?"
"Why do you think it was me?"
"Where'd you get that chord in your hand from?"
"I'm sorry, Ruby. We were looking for the overhead lights, I thought I saw it, it was tangled with others so I pulled and tugged trying to get it free, but…..I unplugged something too hard and it sparked."
"Then smoke it out."
"The fire extinguishers are too old, way past their expiration date."
"Move then. Let me in there."
"No, I don't think that's a good idea."
"I said move. Move, What are you….move!!!"
*Push*
"Ouch"
"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu!!!!!!!!!"
*Tish*
"Ruby, your records."
"My store!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ruby, I…."
"Errrrr…..UUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH…..HAAAh"
"Ruby, wait."
"I'll go talk to her."
*Shaka…shaka…shaka..shaka…shaka..shaka…shaka…shaka..shak….shak.shak… TISSHHHH*
*Pow*
"HEY, WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR? THat was my perfume."
"Ruby, we're not doing this again. Do you really want to live yesterday all over again?"
"MAYBE I do."
"I promise you, no…no you don't. You hardly slept last night."
*Weeeeooohhh…..weeeeoohhh…weeohhhh….weeee*
"I need a direct line hooked up from that pump to that window. Move, move, move."
*Peaaaiccckkccchhhhhhh*