"Hurry up, Tria. These tunnels are long, you know," Mr. Threehorn grumbled.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just be patient and...LOOK OUT!" Tria shouted.
"Huh?" Mr. Threehorn asked as he looked around.
"YIKES!" shouted a human's voice. Mr. Threehorn looked back around, and realized he was about to step on a human male. The human dropped his large Coke as he dodged the threehorn's foot.
"Watch it, pal!" the human snorted. Mr. Threehorn could not stop his foot and ended up slipping on the spilled Coke. CRASH!
"Oooh, that had to hurt. Are you okay, honey?" Tria asked as she came over next to him. Mr. Threehorn was sprawled out as far as the corridor width would accommodate. Tricia was sprawled nearby, but was giggling up a storm.
"Oh, pesty pickerbushes!" he growled. Just then, Tricia came over and started jumping on her father's back while giggling.
"Well, that's what you get when you rush, poopsie poo," Tria scolded. Mr. Threehorn thought he'd die from his embarassment.