“Closet weasels.”
“What?” Joe looked up from where she was polishing her favorite sniper rifle.
“Closet weasels, Joe, closet weasels!” Tony barked. “Get with the program!”
“I still don’t follow.”
“There are small, furry mammals living in mine and Virgil’s closet.”
“Oh well that’s fine then. I thought you were making an innuendo.”
She went back to polishing the rifle. Tony continued standing over her, tapping his foot in irritation.
Finally, her head snapped up and she gasped.
“YOU AND VIRGIL FIT ALL YOUR CLOTHES IN ONE CLOSET ?! BOTH SETS ?!”
“Well not yet, there are weasels in it!”
“Yes, but are they gay weasels?”
“What?! Joe that is offensive and I am offended!”
“Well you SAID they were in the closet!”