Before Robert could even press his finger all the way on the can, he felt an odd force take it out of his hand and smack it across the room.
"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, Master Robert; the walls in this house can see AND hear you", Ellen remembered just then.
"The kind, beautiful maids of this house make it a daily habit to make sure my walls, as well as all the other walls in this house, are clean enough to eat off of. We certainly don't need YOU mucking it up!" the wall sass talked its owner. From the tone of its voice it sounded like a guy.
"Hey, this is MY house!" Robert yelled back at the wall. "I can do whatever I want!"
"Oh yeah?! I DARE you to draw on me with a pen! I DARE you! Then you'll see why it's not such a good idea to cross my path."
"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it?? You're just a wall!"
The wall in front or Robert's face responded by laying down a slab right on top of him, causing him to fall to the ground instantly. Robert tried to lift the heavy piece of wall off, but to no avail. He struggled to breathe when Ellen pulled him out from underneath.
"Stop this right now!" Ellen pleaded. "Master Robert, please choose another activity! You don't want to make these walls mad!"
Robert, having earlier seen his life flash before his eyes, had no argument with choosing another activity. But what?
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