Rar, tired of Dyson's criticism, stopped talking. Dyson did likewise.
Now that it was quiet, Rar could hear a familiar voice. Pretty had left the drawer open when she looked for missing items, and Lar was shouting as loud as he could.
"Hello, is anybody out there?"
"Lar, is that you?"
"Rar? Where are you?"
"Behind the dresser."
Dyson butted in, "Who's that?"
"My brother, Lar."
"Where is he?"
"Would you let me talk to my brother?"
"Who's stopping you?"
"You are, you won't be quiet."
Dyson was offended, "Maybe I don't want to be quiet."
"I wish you would."
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