A: Ah…my stomach aches from all the coffee.
B: Why’d you drink it?
A: Eh—I dunno.
B: You’re surely not the brightest…do you know that?
A: Surely. I think now the ache’s descended to my toes.
B: Want me to stub them for you?
A: A person can’t stub another person’s toes.
B: Of course they can. All I’ve gotta do is insert this stool between you, and say, your most covetable possession. And then—bang, your toes are stubbed. You can thank me now, please.
A: First you have to find that thing I covet to possess.
B: Give me a hint.
A: Are you there yet—on the other side of the stool?