

“Hey Carl?”
“Yeah, Mikey?”
“Remember when we-”
“No, and I don’t want to.”
“Inostrancevias, Carl. We were inostrancevias. And you-”
“Goddamn it, Mikey, I told you I hate remembering this.”
“Haha! Yeah. You did. So, like, we were inostrancevias, it was like 260 million years ago, and you - haha! - you managed to choke to death!”
“Shut up.”
“On a rock! Because you thought it was a small animal! Haha!”
“…I hate you so much.”
“Ever wonder what that rock reincarnated as? Eh?”
“I’m leaving.”
I… can’t dispute that.