They're talking

I believe the radiators in my apartment talk to each other. Particularly the ones in the front room and my room as they are close to one another, probably like brothers and the rest of the radiators are more distant cousins and second cousins. You know, the kind that just don't get the same jokes as really close relatives do. I can hear them talking to each other. Or at least that's what I imagine they are doing since they're so loud about heating the place. I mean, all that racket can't just be for warmth, can it? So I imagine their conversations go something like this:

"Fred, hey FRED! Wake up man, hows it going? DID YOU HEAR ME!?"

"Yeah, yeah, jeeze, Sam, quit shouting that girl in here woke up, don't want her putting damp socks on me again."

"He-he, you get damp socks on you."

"Not funny! Well, you're the one who has to deal with The Furry One"

"Humph, pesky little brat puts his fluffy tail in my ribs no matter how loud I yell at him. And I'M ALLERGIC TO CATS!!"

"Ha, serves you right for teasing me."

"Ahhhh-CHEW!"

"Wow, Sam, you really are allergic!"

"I can hear that girl, Fred."

"Yeah, she's swearing at me."

(singing)"You're gonna get wet socks on you, you're gonna get wet.."

"Shut-up, jerk!"

"You shut-up!"

"No you shut-up!"

"Ah-CHEW!!!"

That's just an excerpt from last night. I'll keep you updated if any juicy gossip comes from these late night radiator conversations.