He: “So what did the physicians tell you?”
She: “That it was high time that I stopped hacking.”
He: “Holding out on me again, huh? Black hat or white hat?”
She: “White gown. Or maybe white shroud if I had waited any longer!”
He: “We talking about a medical appointment or an audition? What did they give you?”
She: “Nothing.”
He: “Now that I don’t bel …”
She: “They made me pay for it.”
He: “There. They did give you something.”
She: “What?”
He: “The bill. Which was for their time and …?”
She: “An antibiotic.”
He: “[…] Then you’ve been cheated.”
She: “Uh, whut?”
He: “You just told me that they made you pay for an anti-buy-otic. If they weren’t going to give it to you, you should have stolen it!”
She: “I’m going to take some now. Does that count?”
He: “Put .. those .. pills .. down!! Just where did these physician peeps get their MDs? Wal-mart?!?“
She: “Sometimes I wonder …”
He: “Do they understand that coughin’ isn’t spelled with two Fs?”
She: “No coffins. Cremation. Maybe then I’ll finally convince you that I’ve urned my keep.”
He: “What you need to convince me is that you’re not a cyborg.”
She: “For why?“
He: “Because if you are, and are plotting to take over the world, I can maybe use an antibioNic to stop you. But, last time I looked, you were flesh and blood, a biotic creature, and I have neither reason nor wish to stop you by using an antibioTic. I’d much rather that you had a probiotic!”
She: “Sweetheart, I am getting the right stuff. You, on the other hand, may have a problem.”
He: “Hm?”
She: “The auntiebiotic is perfect for me. But it probably won’t work on you. And have you ever seen an unclebiotic on the market?”
He: “Uncle!”
She: “What are you complaining about? You started this!”
He: “I’m complaining about the fact that, if I did wish to off a biotic, I don’t have a word for it any more. I’ll have to make one now. I suppose, if con is the opposite of pro …”
She: “Sorry, love. They market those on social media. Check your spam folder.”
He: “Ew.”
