Alfrenzo stalked around the corner of the warehouse, bones almost bursting from his skin under the huge mass of the item he was carrying. "DAMMIT!" He rasped "THIS THING IS DAMN HEAVY!"
"Then put it down." Said a calm voice. There was a sound that would easily pursuade one to think the box had been placed upon the concrete slab that served as the floor. "I CAN"T!" blurted Alfrenzo, the veins in his forehead ready to burst out and lead lives of their own.
"Why not?" queried the voice. "MY ARMS ARE BLOODY STUCK UNDER IT!" spat Alfrenzo, in small bursts.
"Aah. That would also explain the immense pain you are experiencing."
"SOD OFF!" belted Alfrenzo excitedly.
A pair of black gloves (in this case attatched to hands, arms, and an entire body) shifted the crate off of Alfrenzo, with no small amount of effort. Alfrenzo stared in horror at the disrepair of his arms. "You should probably have that looked at." said the voice, absent mindedly. Alfrenzo slinked out into the mid-afternoon clutching painful limbs with other painful limbs. The voice removed his top hat and placed it on the ground next to him. His pinstriped pants came into view of the waning sunlight. He levered the lid of the crate off with a concealed crowbar, and leaned in to view his imported prize.
"PILLOWS!"he cried."Wait, what!?"
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