Pass me the Scalpel…
“Pass me the scalpel,” I say.
“No,” says David.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Don’t you even want to know what it’s for?”
“No.”
“I’m not going to use it for anything bad.”
“You’re going to cut into your body right?”
“Well, yeah, but just…”
“And it’ll probably be near an important artery, right?”
“I would completely avoid any arteries..”
“No.”
“I’ll just get it myself then.”
“We don’t have one.”
(beat)
“Can we please buy a scalpel?”
“No.”