Splinter

Timm (to Marissa on the phone): Hey, do you have a pair of tweezers?

Marissa: I think so, but not very good ones, why? 

Timm: Because I got a splinter.

James (eavesdropping): A splinter? How the hell did you get a splinter?

Timm (to James, but still on the phone with Marissa): Maybe from this wooden dock I'm sitting on, moron.

Marissa: *giggles*

 

I've gotten the splinter out, btw. This is earth shattering news, so it had to be posted, ASAP. This is absolutely not a product of boredom, waiting for my mother to give me a status update on food, I swear.