Steven started up the clothes dryer, which immediately began to make an ominous *thunk, thunk* noise.
“Whoa, whose clothes are those?” I asked.
“The girl’s,” he replied.
“Ooh, better check for lip gloss! It’s either that or a rock.”
After a few minutes of rummaging, Steven emerged from the laundry room, victorious. “Ah ha!”
“What was it?”
“A rock!”
