Caleb
I’m thinking about getting a goat.

Josh
For milk or meat?

Caleb
I just want to have a goat pal.

Josh
Oh, you want a goat for a pet?

Caleb
Did I stutter? I said “pal.”

Josh
But you mean like a pet. Like an animal you have for companionship.

Caleb
I’ll say it one more time, and then I’m going to punch you in the face so hard that you’ll think there’s been a worldwide flood. Ask me why you’ll think that.

Josh
Fine. Why will I think that?

Caleb
Because everything’ll be swimming, MAN. I want a goat for a pal.

Josh
Call it whatever you want.

Caleb
I can see your wormy little brain just trying to understand the situation, and not getting it.

Josh
No, I get it. You want to have a friendship with an animal, not be an animal’s master.

Caleb
Right on, man. You get it. Sorry I doubted you.

Josh
Are you going to keep it in a pen?

Caleb
Why?

Josh
Because then it’ll be your Pen Pet. I mean Pen Pal.

*Caleb raises his fist.*
*Caleb stands with his fist raised.*
*Caleb lowers his fist.*
*Coincidentally, a worldwide flood starts at exactly that moment.*