p: i have to ask you an important question.
m: okayy.
p: i've been thinking as much as i wish i was an elf, i'm really a wizard.
m: why do you wish you were an elf?
p: oh you know, because elves are the best.
m: elves aren't the best.
p: well, they're the prettiest.
p: they shoot bow and arrows.
p: they're naturally skinny and they can eat all the carbs they want.
m: they are pretty.
m: but dwarves make shit.
p: do you want to be a dwarf?
m: i am a dwarf. there's no want.
p: do you think i'm a wizard?
m: what makes you a wizard?
p: well you know, a wizard is sort of alone.
m: aw.
p: i mean, except for his dwarf best friend.
::smooches::
p: i mean, a wizard has friends.
p: but you know what i mean, a wizard is sort of a solitary weird old guy.
m: i guess you're a wizard because you're a lot older than most of the people you hang out with.
