**warning : the second half of this story is intentionally unreadable**

"I already told ya, they ripped me off! I never had the m.. AUGH"
Pleading is interrupted by the cracking of a whip.
"And I already told you, you good to nothing animal, I don't care, it's your job, you failed, and I'm gonna pay myself back by ripping your worthless mutt pelt off of you..."
As she speaks, the reptile runs her whip across the captive's body, just to help him suddenly remember how to get the merchandise back, just in case he's lying. And he better be.
This is interrupted by a scream from upstairs.

"Patricia, there's somebody at the door!!"
"Who??"
"The Komoghs..."
"Who the Hell is that?"
"Our new neighbors! they're here with sweet cakes and welcome presents"
"Holy shit. Not now! can't you see I'm busy??"
"HELP!!"
*WHACK* "Shut up worm."
"Patricia, it's very important to make a good first impression... I've already put some water in the teapot!"
"Ugh... all-fucking-right." *quickly wraps duct tape around the dog's snout* "Just you wait, fleabag!" She slaps him again and goes upstairs.

***

The Komoghs, a rather charming middle aged dog couple, are sporting smiles that seem about as forced as Patricia's; it gives her some sort of twisted sense of hope.

But then as they move in and to the living room filled with boxes, they take an unbearably long time arranging the sweet cakes on the plate.
And after they get over the difficulties of choosing a seat around the table (rendered even worse by the boxes laying around), the conversation starts...
To Patricia's annoyance, questions about where they're from and who they are don't seem to satiate the old couple.
She's rapidly growing more restless; they obviously don't see lizards too often, and don't know Patricia's particular breed changes colors with emotions. But as she glances at her watch and realizes it's been 35 minutes (not as bad as the 2 hours it felt like but still), she's starting to fear she's gonna snap at them and throw them out.

Fortunately Tara manages to keep her cold blood well... cold; she tries giving them some hints.
"That's wonderful meeting such nice new neighbors as yourselves! I wish we could spend the whole afternoon chatting, but..."
"Likewise! Roberta Komogh exclaims; it's so good to see some life again in this part of town, especially such nice gals. It had become way too infested with hook... uhm... bad people."

There's the commencement of an awkward silence. Andrew Komogh coughs.
Patricia adds, hoping it's the end and seeing as Tara is way too polite to get to the point : "We have so much to unpack... moving to a new place is such business!"
"Oh yeah, work is all over the place ain't it? Andrew's cousin had so much trouble with the moving company, he decided to do everything by himself. We both took a few days off to go help him at the other side of the country! I've never driven that much in my entire life."
"Not to mention, we got lost because you counted 3 traffic circles instead of 4, dear!"
"Traffic circles are an abomination."

"So... you were telling us about how TIRESOME it is to move to a new place!" Tara tries hinting.
"Oh! yeah. And it gave all three of us serious back pain."
Another awkward silence as Andrew visibly wanted to segway from this into offering help, so they could chat for the entire weekend while moving furniture. But now it would sound like they were trying to make their new neighbors feel unreasonably obliged, because of their back pains.

Roberta picks up in a tenth of a second and comes up with another topic
"So, and where do you guys keep your husbands? in the basement?" *chortles*
Patricia is fuming behind her forced smile; she wants to tell them that it's just a bad business partner who happens to be a male. Anything to make these people leave.
"Give them time, Roberta dear, they have time to settle down. Their entire life's ahead of 'em..."