Because there is so much space to fill up here, I'm putting a story I made up on the spot. Enjoy.
There was once a little girl with no friends at all who lived in a house made of old broken cars from the junkyard. One day she found a little ball of lint in her pocket, and they were instantly best friends. They ate pizza together, they stole cheese from Walmart together, and of course they worked at KFC together. One day while coming home from work there was a large gust of wind, and the lint ball was blown away. The little girl screamed, "MY NAME IS TIFFANY!" and ran after the lint. Unfourtunately, she was paying more attention to the lint then where she was going, and slamed into a parked 1999 Camero. She was out for a good 3 hours. When she awoke she found herself in an entirely white room being stared at by two creatures in white anti-radioacvity suits. The one to the left of her said, "Subject 978423-19A is awake, abort spleen transplant." Tiffany was confused, so she bit the men in white suits and ran through the wall. She soon found out this room was at the top of some huge bank building in Philadelphia, PA. She landed in a convieniently placed shipment of pillows to IKEA. When she got to IKEA she immediately went and bought Swedish meatballs before getting a lot of candles and a computer desk. She returned home and set up the desk and placed candles around the house. It was a nice day, so she rolled down the windows. The lint flew in and landed on the desk. Tiffany was so happy she had a romantic dinner with the lint complete with candles, leftover meatballs, and refryed beans. The end.