Seashells

Just as a background - We have a tiny bucket of shells in out bathroom on top of the toilet, and for some reason, every time G is in the bathroom they always fall and spill everywhere.

V: Do you wiggle the bucket of shells every time you go in there?
G: Yea, I'm not saying go in there and jigglejigglejigglejiggle...
A: Call The Girl Bojangles!
G: NO! I said you sit on it, and then like, you know, the vibrations of the toilet when you're putting your ass on it starts wiggling the thing, an then like it wiggles and wiggles.. don;t you guys notice that it like changes when...
V: NO!
S: No! It doesn't move!
G: I'm always moving it! I always have to move it back to the center because it's always moving. I walk in there and I'm like 'what the hell it's not in the middle anymore', so I move it to the middle. Am I the only one that does that? That would explain why it moves to much.
S: I still don't understand what you're..
A: Every time I go to the restroom and I look at the shells, it's always in the same spot.
G: YEA, BECAUSE I MOVE IT EVERY TIME I GO IN THERE! DAMN SHELLS! GO BACK!
S: So what, you forget to move it, and then it falls on you?
G: Yea
S: You look so mad at these shells right now.
G: I HATE THE SHELLS!