The Sermon on the Bench (Socks CCCXCIX)

Lar started to blubber, voicing that he felt bad that Spaulding was in The Trash, and would be Taken Away into Nothingness.
"I heard that."
From above, "Brethren, be not afraid. Brother Spaulding shall certainly be Taken Away, but shall not be cast into Nothingness. He will go to Landfill."
"Who are you? How do you knowing these things?"
"I am called Stanley. I know these truths, because these are the teachings of the Professional Series."
"Tell us about Landfill Stanley."
"I tell you brethren, that all shall not enter in to Landfill. Some shall return as a different object.

The Trash (Socks CCCXCVIII)

"The Trash?"
"Keep your voice down, he'll hear."
"Ok, ok. What is The Trash?"
"It's a barrel with a lid that gets Taken Away."
"So what?"
"I went there once, but I was rescued just before being Taken Away."
"Where do you go when your Taken Away?"
Sunbeam didn't speak right away. Then, "Into Nothingness."
"What are you guys talking about out there?"
"Nothing."
Lar was scared, "I'm going to miss Spaulding."
"How well do you know Spaulding?"
"That's not the point."
"I heard someone whisper my name."
No one said a word.
From the bench a screwdriver was watching.

No Good (Socks CCCXCVII)

From the bottom of the trash can, "I'm laughing at you."
The cord said nothing.
"I guess you having nothing to say."
Silence.
"Why you no speaking now?"
Rar stood up for the cord, "Leave him alone, Spaulding."
"Yea, at least him and I can make coffee together. You can't even hold air."
"I heard Fillmore say you were no good."
Spaulding had no reply, which made the cord bolder.
"Now you having nothing to say?"
Sunbeam and the cord whispered, "Don't."
"He started."
"I know, but I think he's going away soon."
"To where?"
"He's going to The Trash."

Cord Talks (Socks CCCXCVI)

The cord continued the story, "The percolator that I used to power quit on me. I kept to give power, but he would not get heat."
Lar and Rar whispered to each other, "This guy talks funny."
"I can still understand him though."
"Well, I assure you, if you supply power, I will heat up and make coffee."
"Ah, Coffee. I have not help with coffee since long ago."
"I'll need my lid."
"You get the lid, we will be partnership."
Rar spoke, "You talk different."
"You are laughing me?"
"No."
"That's why I talking only with something to say."

The Cord (Socks CCCXCV)

"I've known her from long ago."
Sunbeam wanted to know more.
"When I get here, the bench is packed with objects. Dust and dirt rest everywhere. Mice lived by the..."
"A mouse chewed a hole in me once."
"Those things chew everywhere. What I say is that there were so many objects here, talking, that no one has a moment of peace. Then Match comes. She sorts and cleaned the room of objects and dust."
"That still doesn't explain how you know that she matches."
"I was on the bench, watching, for a while before putting me in a box."

Match (Socks CCCXCIV)

"We should call her something else."
"Why?"
"How do we know what shirt she'll wear?"
"OK."
They discussed the mater further, with several names suggested, "We should go to call her Match?"
Everyone was surprised, they had not heard the cord talk before.
"Why didn't you talk to us earlier?"
"I had nothing to say."
"Well, why should we call her Match?"
"Did you look her eyes and fingernails?"
Rar said that he didn't.
"Well, the color over her eyes always color match fingernails."
All agreed that Match would be her name, "But how do you know she always matches?"

Still Moving (Socks CCCXCIII)

Fillmore handed the shinny object back to Purple Shirt, "Will you hang on to this for a while? I was just on my way out, I'll get it from you later."
She put the object on her finger, "It'll be right here when you get back," She went back to work, carrying a box full of objects out of the room.
Lar, Rar, and Sunbeam had paid attention to the whole scene, but had not stopped trying to move. Sunbeam fell from the shelf under the bench. Her lid skittered, stopping behind a box.
"I hope Purple Shirt finds that."