A Convo Between A Kitchen Sink & A Stove

Sink- Hi Stove!
Stove- Sink, is that you?
Sink- Of course it’s---OUCH! I wish they wouldn’t put the water on so hot.
Stove- Know what you mean. They always put me on 350. C; boy does that hurt!
Sink- I’m from Japan, where are you from?
Stove- Honolulu.
Sink- No such place… if so, where is it?
Stove- It’s a little island in Hawaii.
Sink- How come?
Stove- By big boat.
Sink- huh?
Stove- I came from Honolulu to Kansas City in a big boat.
Sink- You’re NOT funny, Stove!
Stove- *SLAM* I hate it when they slam my door (sigh) but, if it means getting crumbs from a triple chocolate fudge cake, then I don’t really mind. Yummmmmmmmmmm!!
Sink-Yeah, whatever!
Stove- Hey! I wasn’t finished “Yumming”!
Sink- Watch it you… you… heater on wheels!
Stove- Ooooooooh! I am so scared of a water bucket!
Sink- I am a drainage system; not a water bucket.
Stove- Whatever, Cruella!
Sink- What did you just call me?
Stove- Nothing, nothing. Just do a good job rinsing those dishes. That lady is a marvellous cook, and we wouldn’t want to poison her, now would we?
Sink- No… I suppose not.

Five minutes later…

Sink- Stove? … My faucet is dripping; can you pass me a Kleenex?
Stove- Aren’t you forgetting something?
Sink- Oops!
Stove- Good, I don’t have to tell you!
Sink- Stove?… Can you PLEASE pass me a Kleenex?
Stove- No Dingbot. WE DON’T HAVE ANY ARMS!!!
Sink- Oh Yeah!
Stove- Oyy!