"How did we come to that conclusion?" Jeff asked.
"Well, you want me happy because, if I'm not happy, you aren't happy and I don't want you unhappy and people are stupid today, so killing a few would make me happy and thus, you happy." I said.
"Huh. You have a point."
We are then interrupted in the parking lot by a little old lady. "Do you two need a cart?"
Jeff smiled, "Sure. Thanks."
"Yep." I said. "We'll take yours so you don't have to worry about it."
Little old lady smiled "Thank you so much." She wandered off.
Jeff and I continued on towards the store in silence. I broke it. "Well, I suppose that's how we really are."
"Talking about killing people and why and then end up helping a little old lady."
"I know. I should have said, 'Yes, we need a cart but not YOUR cart. Take care of it yourself!'"
I sighed. "Yes, but that really isn't us, is it?"
"No. That's why I only pretend to run people over to make you laugh."
"I know. I love you, honey."