- So, please don't mess up tomorrow then, since you're messing up today by lynching me.
The sofa was clearly not happy about being the victim of today's events, but he would be damned if they were going to be allowed to make another mistake tomorrow.
All along during this whole process the couch had been fairly quiet. Sure he had made his comments and opinions known, but there were others who had been louder.
- So, said the chandelier, - If you're not it, then who is in your opinion?
- I don't know, said the sofa. - Perhaps the carpet, or the tv bench, but probably just the carpet. I mean, his name is IKEA carpet. How fake can you get? I doubt it's the print though. He looks so honest. Besides, everything else that has been hanging on a wall has been innocent.
- True, said the chandelier. - Well, despite me having seen that both the print, carpet and tv bench are innocent, and knowing that I am I will still take the fall today if you want me to. Really. You can kill me. It's fine. I'll help you. Look. I'm voting myself. I'm not changing ever. I really think it's the sofa, but I won't vote for him in case it isn't. I'd rather vote for myself because I know I'm innocent.
The sofa just shook his cushion.
A sofa, however, is a very large piece of furniture to take on for a carpet, a tv bench, a chandelier and a print, so they had enlisted some help to take care of this beast of a cushioned monster*.
*They were still hoping that he was a monster.
The tv bench whistled (I don't know how), and from the kitchen came two giant huskys. They jumped onto the sofa and started biting and clawing and tearing at the leather cushions with their teeth. Nobody had neither walked nor fed them today, so they were particularly ferocious.
It was a sad sight.
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