Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Mark Twain

[The Kid]: I stole this tree.
[The Hooded Stranger]: From who?
[The Kid]: A friend.
[The Hooded Stranger]: Oh.
[The Kid]: What's the point?
[The Hooded Stranger]: Of stealing?
[The Kid]: Of life.
[The Hooded Stranger]: Don't know.
[The Kid]: Advertisements across from graveyards...I don't want to work anymore.
[The Hooded Stranger]: What would you rather do?
[The Kid]: Sit around all day.
[The Hooded Stranger]: Sounds exciting.
[The Kid]: It is.
[The Hooded Stranger]: Then what?
[The Kid]: Then you die.
[The Hooded Stranger]: Oh.

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