"Yes, the clown was quite pathetic. And ideas like what? While enslaving others is fun, that whole doing it with love business just doesn't feel right. Not to mention, I'd rather not worship a giant stone head."
"Oh, now why did you have to go about bringing him up? You remember what he did. He almost cost us one of our housemates. And then what would we have done."
"So dear, what do you think?" Inside the locked was a small clock with Tony's face on it. "I thought you might need something to help you keep the time."
"Oh... What do you mean?" Tony hid a small object behind his back. "I simply have no idea what you're talking about..." A nervous look appeared on his face.
"Oh, being neat is 'insane?' is it?" Tony just chuckled at her. "Honestly, I can't tell how you can think with all this clutter everywhere. Just the sight of it makes my head spin."
Tony looked at the mess sprawled across the floor. "You know dear, you might have an easier time of things if you would just organize a little. I swear, I don't know how you get anything done like this."