"Ugh you don't waste time, do you." Sloth fidgeted as she stood up and unzipped her hoodie. "There is a vacuum cleaner somewhere..." Poor George making the effort on their behalf until the cleaner got utterly clogged with sand and broke, and now stood as a monument to their untidiness with a pair of pants hanging over it.
She dropped her hoodie on the couch and held her arms out. "Tadaa."