I have brother named Jack. He is fourteen.
We are very much alike.
Becky: You didn't refill the ice!
Jack: I didn't use the last of it.
Becky: Well I am making a special batch of Becky only ice, now. So you better not eat any.
Jack: What if I eat some?
Becky: Well, it's poisoned and only I have the antidote.
Jack: I'll just use a bezoar.
Becky: You think if you shove a bezoar down your throat, you can survive my ice cubes?
Becky: Do you have any bezoars on hand?
Jack: Oh, no. I used the last of mine on the flu. But now I'm fine!
Becky: Bezoars work on the flu?
Jack: We only thought it was the flu. It was actually a slow working poison. If I hadn't shoved the beazor down my throat, I would be dead.
Becky: Well, it's miraculous that you're alive.
Jack: Yeah it is.