AR: Where is it?? I can't see it.
TGFI: Here.feel on this side here..can u feel it? It's on the underside and the hole is outside. So we've to go through this.
AR: Yeah i feel it. Let me try.
AR: *grunt urrgghhh* not happening!
TGFI: No no, we cant do this sitting down. We have to lie down and do it.
AR: I'll hold, u turn. one of us has to hold.
TGFI: Can you move a bit I can't see. You're blocking the light
AR: Is this better?
TGFI: Yes. *urrggh grunt*
AR: Here, why don't I turn , you hold
AR: Wait wait, someone also has to hold the arm while doing it.
TGFI: Ok. Lets try it,
AR: Am turning. Can u feel it?
TGFI: No I can't. I don't think you're turning it properly. Is it inside? Are you sure?
TGFI: ouch! thats my finger!
AR: *urggh grunt* i cant find a comfortable position to lie down and do this.
AR: Here I am turning now can u feel it?
TGFI: Yeah i think u got it now. Turn turn
AR: yeah i can feel it. Don't let go now.
TGFI: Tired already? Who'll do the other legs??
At this point the two girls trying to put together one of those "assemble it yourself" pieces of furniture are literally ROFL-ing thanks to the above dialogue. Any hope of accomplishing this task is lost thanks to the giggling fit that has taken over. Tears streaming down our eyes, the futon falls apart. Luckily, the door is open and my next door neighbour passing by hears the commotion. He's a bit alarmed to see two girls apparently crying over an unassembled futon, and gallantly offers to help. We gladly take up the offer, futon is assembled and sanity is restored, as the three of us achieve the task with minimum dirty talk. :-)