“Simon? Are you done?”
“Tati Tati Tati Tati Tati! Loooooook at what I found!”
“That’s – that’s Mr. Blasty! Russell says I sh -”
“…You…named the thing?”
“Yeah! B-but – Russell says I should never touch that because it’s dangerous and it could hurt me or or or – or kill you! That’s bad! If you were dead you couldn’t play with me, and then I’d get really bored and lonely and th –”
“You know, Russell isn’t kidding when he says you talk too much…”
“That’s mean! Don’t be mean!”
“Not being mean, just being honest.”
“Then stop being honest!”
“…I don’t think that’s what you want to say either.”
“Mmmmnrrrrrrr! Give me Mr. Blasty.”
“No way, I’m not going to give a laser pistol to a little girl.”
“I’m not little!”
“Smaller than me, squirt.”
“…Squirt?”
“…Nevermind. Anyway, I have an idea for this.”
“Oooh! An idea! I like ideas! They’re usually fun and we get to go on adventures and sometimes we find stuff and –”
“Tati. Talking too much. You’re doing it again.”
“Simon, buttmunch, you’re being.”
“Where…did you learn the word ‘buttmunch’?”
“Eh-uh.”
“Right. Tati, you don’t make questions easy to answer.”
