Irene: Aurora gurl, I challenge you to a random-off!

Aurora: Challenge, EXCEPTED.

Irene: Chickens running around on the ceiling at midday in the middle of the night.

Aurora: What? Why would they do that?

Irene: Not literally you funky chicken.

Aurora: WELL.

Irene: Your turn. Be random. GO.

Aurora: Uhh, Llamas drinking bananas while swinging from the t.v. remote.

Irene: That's not random, that's crazy. You've gone bananas.

Aurora: Please you piece of chicken meat, I'd like to see you do better.

Irene: There's something on your face!

Aurora: There is?

Irene: It was pain!! *Slap*

Aurora: OW. You're the meanest gurl I've ever met.

Irene: You're too kind.

Aurora: Whateves. *Starts swimming in the kitchen sink*

Irene: Fine then. Be that way. *Goes and swallows some footballs*