Friends Forever?...No

There once lived four friends. They were very close. Two of them worked together, and the other two used to work with them (in fact, that's how they met). The day they were separated was a sad day, to say the least. The day began just like any normal day for them, full of hope and pride. But then came what can only be described as the furry death. Two of them emerged from this tragic event with their jobs intact, while the other two simply emerged. They emerged with their dreams, hopes, and pride broken  (Ed. note: That's a broken heart, not a broken pride...um... organ. If you have a problem, then send me a better picture. That's what I thought). 

After such disappointment and disgrace, they could do nothing other than to leave their job. That is now how it stands. No longer are they four friends, but instead, two groups of two friends. 

What was this furry death? It was a furry bath rob hanging in their place of work which wthe two mistook for a ghost, a furry ghost of death. They were laughed at until they left, never to return to the dry-cleaners again. Their extraordinary cleaning talent...wasted :(