“You are both fools,” sneered Potted Plant. “I’m the one she checks on daily to see if I have enough water. Look how my glorious green leaves adorn the kitchen.”
“Oh, shut up,” groused Electric Pot.
“You tell her,” said Other Pot.
“Whatever,” said EP.
“You think your coffee is better?” complained OP.
“Coffee? That horrible smelling stuff? It makes me wilt.”
“Quiet,” hissed EP. “She’s coming.”
“Who gets the water this morning?” whispered OP.
Marcia stumbled into the kitchen that fateful Monday morning after a long weekend of partying. “God, I’d kill for a cup of coffee right now.”

