Sara: I’m bored. Tell me a story.

Me: Once there was a girl named Sara. Sara’s hands were very cold but she refused to listen to the advice of one of her wisest friends and stick them down her pants, so her hands became so cold they broke off at the wrists. Without hands she could no longer type, so she lost her job. Without a job she couldn’t pay her bills so she was kicked out of the house she lived in. With no house and no money she was forced to live on the street, prostituting herself in order to eat. Eventually she became too old and men no longer desired her, even the disgusting men who visited prostitutes. So she died in a gutter somewhere and was buried in a unmarked mass grave. All because she refused to listen to her brilliant friend Collin. The End.

Sara: ….wow.