Write me a conversation between two different bedroom doors. One of them belongs to the bedroom of a polite girl and other belongs to the bedroom of a rowdy boy. They are both complaining that their owner is worse.
Boy's Door: I just had the worst night! My boy keeps slamming me so hard that he is going to break my frame one of these days. 
Girl's Door: At least he doesn't pin up something new every week! I have so many holes in me from the lasted magazine clippings that I'll be more holes than wood one day. 
Boy's Door: Hey, you get paint to cover those up! I have had a chunk missing out of me for over a year now, and I don't think my boy even cares. 
Girl's Door: You say that, but you wouldn't like getting poked. 
Boy's Door: And you wouldn't like having all your paint ripped off piece by piece because your person uses tape to attach posters. Tape!