“I have started a new diet,” says me.
“Brains? Because you know, it often feels like you’re eating my brains,” says him.
“It’s a high protein diet, kind of like the atkins diet, but not really, because I don’t know what that is,” says me.
“I’m actually gaping at you in wide eyed excitement, it’s just that a recently inflicted paralysis of the jaw has frozen my features in abject apathy,” says him.
“I’m not getting enough iron in my food though, what has lots of iron in it?” says me.
“I don’t know…a lock? some nails? a pipe?” says him.
“I hate you,” says me.