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Josh is holding my hand.

X: Lookit these bones!  Creeepy.
J: That's plastic.
X: *gnaws on own knuckle*  Nuh-uh!
J: Yep!
X: I'd be able to leave dents in, if they were plastic!
J: Not all plastic.
X: Wait, how would you know?
J: I built you!
X: ...  You did a really terrible job.
J: You're a beta.
X: *grinning of impending doom*
J: *cracking up*

X: You have to love me!  It was passed into law last Tuesday.
J: Oh yeah?
X: Yeah, it was a rider on a defense contract.
J: *snort*  "It's a matter of national security!"
X: "I would feel more secure!  I'm a national citizen!"