After a particularly vigorous TickleFest 2000:
Jack’s Mom: “My butt hurts.”
Jack: “It should hurt. You’ve been sitting on it all day.”
Jack’s Mom: “My butt hurts.”
Jack: “It should hurt. You’ve been sitting on it all day.”
“Can we publish them into money?”
Publish, eh?
“Jack, they are money.”
“Oh. I mean cash.”