Joe: Remember Total Recall?
Steve: The broad strokes, yes.
Joe: Remember Quato?
Steve: I think I see where this is going.
Joe: My son looks like Quato sometimes.
By sometimes, I mean I keep holding his hand waiting to remember the Martian mines I saw when I was someone else.
Steve: See, the great thing about Joey is, he won’t be mad at you for saying that.
BTW, we are planning to make Joey and Johnny Danger fight on Saturday, right?
Joe: …. OF COURSE NOT….*whispering* yes
Steve: See, what we’ll do is.
We’ll just lay them next to each other..
Our wives won’t know they’re fighting unless we tell them.
Joe: Perfect.
Also, they won’t know they’re fighting unless we tell them.
And throw them at each other.
And so forth.
Steve: Dude we’re totally going to throw them at each other.
You stand on one side of the room, I’ll stand on the other and on the count of three we both throw a baby toward the center at eye level.
It’ll be just like in The Shadow when the two bullets collided in midair and fell to the ground.
Joe: This isn’t a bad idea at all!
Steve: Agreed.
