Tracy: “Okay, what’s up with those stupid herbs you bought me?”
Me: “Oh, my, God…are you okay? What happened?”
Tracy: “You know how supposedly we all have ten pounds of undigested meat, sitting in our colons?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Tracy: “Well, I don’t, anymore.”
Me: “Well, that’s gotta make you feel better, right?”
Tracy: “I think I just shit a basilisk.”
Me: “This phone call is officially the ‘Chamber of No Secrets’.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 