Slash: Bronzy, what have you got there?
Bronzy: A new box!
Slash: Did Mommy say we can play with it?
Bronzy: I don't know. I didn't ask.
Slash: Mommy, may we play with your box?
Bronzy: May we, PLEASE?
Bronzy: Oh, cool! Thanks, Mommy!
Bronzy: Now how shall I climb into this box? Should I tip-toe into it?
Bronzy: Should I just leap?
Slash: Oh Geez... this is going to take forever.
Slash: I'll get into the box first. Watch me!
Bronzy: Oooh... you're clever, Slash!
Slash: I hope this box fits my bottom.
Bronzy: Does it, Slash? Does the box fit your bottom?
Slash: Hey, what do you know? It does fit!
Bronzy: Let me check!
*Bronzy walks around checking the box carefully*
Slash: Muahaha! I am king and this is my throne!
Slash: I claim this box as mine!
Bronzy: May I play with the box now, Slash?
Slash: Wha?! But I'm not done yet.
Bronzy: I think it's my turn now.
Slash: Wait a while more.
Bronzy: But I want to play with it now.
Slash: Just wait a little more.
Bronzy: If you don't let me take my turn now, you leave me no choice.
Bronzy: I'll use my claw-strike on you! Haiyak!!!
Slash: I'm not afraid of you! You're a girl!
Bronzy: Then take THIS!
Mommy: HEY! No fighting.
Slash & Bronzy: Sorry, Mommy.
*0.5 seconds later*
Slash: Your efforts are futile, girly! I'll never leave this box.
Bronzy: Oh wait, Slash... you have something on your nose. Let me get that for you.
Bronzy: Underestimate a girl now, will you?
*blows raspberries at a sore-nosed Slash*
Bronzy: Oh box, how I love thee.
Bronzy: I promise to never leave you.
*And a very happy Bronzy spent many happy hours loving her box*