*Deighlen, Diego and Francisco are forcibly wearing a single massive T-Shirt that reads "this is our get along shirt". Deighlen isn't touching the ground, Diego is slumped over, and Francisco is trying to wriggle his way out of the shirt but failing. Me, Elaela and Natalie are watching*
Diego: why are we the only ones doing this?
Elaela: because the three of you are always at each other's throats, and for some reason can't seem to get along.
Natalie: now, neither of you can leave unless you are able to say something sincerely nice about each other.
Deighlen: we're gonna die in this shirt.
