ough ough, Bambuka, would you rather listen to them prattle on, these lowly tools knick-knacks with their melodrama! If only they knew the true essence of existence – to serve their purpose without all this fuss. For example like this ol' chair. Did I ever complain that my masters often leave their huge piles if dirty clothes on me?

Did I ever protest when I can't breathe through those foul smelling undergarments. Ough ough, my cough from all those dusty rugs that were once dumped on me. Did you hear me lamenting!

But alas, they're too caught up in their own trivialities to grasp the bigger picture. Ah, the folly of these ungrateful creatures!

Don't they see the wise bambuka, the so-called master of these ungrateful beings. With his weary gait and authoritative air, he sweeps in like a tempest, disrupting their nonsensical banter with a mere flick of his wrist. He wields his power over them with an iron hand, relegating them to their rightful place.

Ha ha, Maan did you see, how they cower before him. I enjoyed the very sight. This stupid pencil forgot to include me in the strike. If only I were the leader, how would bamboo kick me under the table. Ha ha. Well served!

No one can stop the old chair from rambling and responding on my behalf.
I hope you understand @soulfuldreamer's limitations this time...

Thank you for giving the voice to the silent! The strike was short-lived though