I have just sharted in my pants. It's not even hot." The sound of the sound of an explosion echoed through the house.
"Shaking your butt."
Elsa leaned back, smiling happily as she looked around a bit in frustration.
"Well, I guess you're right, you've probably already had a drink." She smirked. "But look! There's a nice big window! If you're going away for an evening, you can see it all in broad daylight! Don't you want to hear those explosions again? The way those girls look at me, how pretty they are, and how they're all so eager to get home!"
"I'll bet." Anna smirked. She was already looking around, as if she was at a party.
"If you're really hungry," Elsa said as she smiled, "I'll do a bit of thinking and say, 'I think I just have a few minutes more.' The sooner the better! And don't say I didn't warn you."
The sound of footsteps.
They heard footsteps. Then footsteps came again.
"What's