Me: Oh goody, nearly done!
Closet Rack: AHAHAH. I've been held up by nothing more than the piles of stuff behind me! Now that it's gone, I think I'll COLLAPSE ON YOU AND DUMP STUFF ALL OVER THE FLOOR. (does so)
Closet Rack: With my last breath, I spit at thee! (bends so that it's not possible to put it back up at all)
Clock: And you have work in twenty minutes!
Me: I repeat. DANG.
Boxes of stuff: And you still have to move us!
Me: ...I'm calling work. I am going to be a little late, and then I'm going to come back and KILL YOU ALL.
(while I'm gone)
Stuff On Bed: Quick! Change your center of gravity and fall on the floor right before Mum and Dad get home so that it looks like you've done NOTHING all day! (does so)
Closet Rack: With my last breath, I curse Zoidberg!
Cat: O.o This freaks me out. I do believe I shall SHED ALL OVER THE PLACE.
Me: Ah, work. People appreciate me, I earn money....WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!
Cat: Beats me. Have some fur up your nose.
Closet Rack: ENGLAND PREVAILS.
That's essentially the whole post. But here's your context.