Your soccer ball-headed body dumped your and Emily's heads into the drawer. The last vision of light you both see goes dark as your body shuts the drawer closed.
"Oh, my gosh, I can't believe this is happening," you hear Emily say.
"Me neither," you say back.
"What are we going to do?"
"Just lay low. I'm sure someone will open the drawer eventually, thus freeing us from this darkness."
Time passes. To pass it, you and Emily play vocal games, since you two had nothing else to do, being disembodied heads in a drawer.
"5."
"Higher."
"7."
"Lower."
"6."
"Correct!"
As soon as you two finish this game, the drawer opens. It's...
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