An actual exchange Sam and I had a while back:
Sam (handing me a bottle): I mixed him up five ounces. If he drinks it, fine. If not, the sword.
me: I'm going to feed him left-handed.
Sam: You know what a hurry we're in!
me: It's the only way he can be satisfied. If I use my right — over too quickly.
Sam: Oh, have it your way.
Inconceivable.
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