Brucek: You do know that there's monsters under your bed, don't you?
Teri: Oh I know, that's where I keep them.
Brucek: You'll have to feed them at some point.
Teri: That's what happened to all my old boyfriends.
Brucek: Then it's been years since they've had anything to eat!
Teri: Whatever. Alright then, tell me, what kinds of things do they eat?
Brucek: You know, lost socks, dust bunnies, never used exercise equipment. The usual.
Teri: Well then I'm sure they're stuffed by now.
Brucek: I don't think so. There's an awful lot of drool coming out from under there.
Teri: Ewww! Is that what that stuff is?
Brucek: Yeah. I'm not sure about those chunky bits though.
Teri: Oh, those were already there.
Brucek: Gross Teri! Don't you ever vacuum in here?
Teri: Only if it becomes unbearable. I'd hate to disturb the natural order of things.
Brucek: So, it's all delicately balanced?
Teri: Yes. The monsters, the dirt, and I all have an agreement. If you don't bother me, I won't bother you.
Brucek: I don't think the monsters got the memo.
Teri: They can be like that sometimes.
Brucek: Oh yeah?
Teri: Yeah. They're starting to get grumpy now that they're getting too big to fit under the bed.
Brucek: Oh dear.