“Hey, I like your scraper bike.”
“My scraper bike?”
“Your scraper bike.”
“Yeah, I like my scraper bike.”
“Zagnut bike. That’s sweet.”
“You got a scraper bike?”
“Nah. I don’t have any arms or legs. I can’t ride a bike.”
“Dang.”
“I’ll tell you what I do have, though.”
“Yeah?”
“Scraper chandelier. Pure Chiquita.”
“Shit.”
