Chris clung on to the ladder
"I think we're there!" Yelled Frontline, "Take the picture!"
"Roger!" Yelled Chris, Chris then found his camera, pointed downwards and then took the photo.
"Ok I've got it!" Yelled Chris,
"Ok let's turn back and get it developed!" Yelled Frontline
"Why did you bring me along?!" Yelled Sub-culture...
Chris was sitting on the table, it was new, and hopefully sturdy,
"That looks like it just there, you see there Chris, I think that's a bit pot of coffee."
Chris squinted at it, took out a red marked, and drew a circle around it, Chris squinted again, and then drew another circle,
"Ye gods this is boring, can I go home now?" Asked Sub-culture, suddenly the door was flung open
"The coffee Monster!" The trio yelled,
"I know, I know, and I'm giving myself up." Suddenly the air filled with confusion,
"Err, you'r giving yourself u-" CRACK!
The part of the table Chris was sitting on cracked, and like a see saw, the other side whooshed up, and caught Frontline on the chin, Frontline somersaulted backwards, and crashed into the wall, Chris sprawled out on the floor, Sub-culture got off the table quickly, but slipped over, and came crashing down.
"You do realise how hard it is to resist the temptation to coffee you." Said the coffee monster
"Frontline, you hear me?" Chris groaned, there was a moan from where Chris predicted Frontline to be
"Remind me never to buy tables from that store again."