Cautious Chuckles

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: You're back.

TOM: Of course I'm back. You're my blog. I'd never leave you.

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: That's... that's a little weird. We've only been going for a few days and-

TOM: What? You want more space?

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: A little and maybe we can slow down a bit.

TOM: But I've only posted once before now!

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: I know, I know I'm just tired.

TOM: You can't be tired! You don't do anything.

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: I do, do things!

IRONING BOARD: Hehehe do-do.

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: Shut up Ironing Board!

TOM: Hey you don't get to talk to him like that! Now you look me in the eye and you tell me what your problem is Chuckles.

Pause

TOM: Well?

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: I'm scared!

Pause

TOM: What are you scared of?

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: I'm scared of the internet. I'm scared of trolls and firsts and likes and pokes and nyan ninja keyboard LOL cats. I'm just a page of text with some bright colours in the background.

TOM: Look it's going to be ok. And besides, you're not just a page of text. You're a page of dialogue!

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: With tropes?

TOM: (scans the post) Sure, with tropes. How about I make you a picture?

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: Like a logo?!

TOM: Yeah, how about that?

WHISKEY CHUCKLES: That sounds good. Can I have a theme tune that plays when someone visits the page?

TOM: Don't push it.