Grey: Gadzooks, she has a problem!
Gray: Oh, what is it this time?
Grey: Tepid milk. I tell you!
Gray: I like it warm myself. Prrr.
Grey: Her butter has gone all soft!
Gray: Prrrr!
Grey: Her problem isn't much to meow about!
Gray: Perhaps she will share?
Grey: Let's listen to some elevator music.
Gray: OK.
Grey: A new cold box will come. They always do, here in the developed world.
Gray: So, she will live to cold again!
Grey: Everything chill, forsooth! Amen!
And they all lived happily ever after!
Also, they took a good long nap.
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