Me: Make up your mind which lane you want to be in.
Mischa: What, am I driving crazy? *jiggles steering wheel*
Mischa: Ha, would be funny if I popped a tire and we rolled to our deaths.
Me: Happy thoughts and all that.
Mischa: Except the dog.
Me: Well, one would hope.
Mischa: He would feast on our corpses.
Me: Because that’s not creepy at all.
Mischa: What’s creepy about it? Eat our corpses, Tierce!
Me: You’re deranged.
Mischa: What? It’s like recycling! He would get a few good meals out of us and we would return to nature via his digestive tract.
Mischa: It’s the circle of life, Julie. The circle of life!