Me: What is she doing?
Myself: Nuh uh! Don't say anything!
Me: But ....
Myself: It's the dishes, Myself will do the talking.
I: (glaring at the dishes)
Myself: How's it going partner?
I: (continues glaring at the dishes) Quiet! I am winning!
Myself: Hmmm! They don't get any cleaner like that.
I: Shush! It's the principle that counts in this fight! I will win.
Myself: Sure you will.
I: What did you say?
Myself: Nothing! Good luck with all that!
Me: It doesn't make sense. How will they get cleaned and put away with her just standing there doing that?
Myself: A mystery for the ages perhaps.
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