Party Animal and I are playing MASH, that staple of junior high girls throughout the 80s. We are filling in what pets he may have in the future.
Me: How about a tiger?
Party Animal: Yeah, a tiger is good. (spelling) T-A-T-E-R. Wait, is that right?
Me: No. It's T-I-G-E-R.
Party Animal: Okay. How about a snake? S-N-A-C-K. Is that right?
Me: Almost. Are you hungry, by any chance?
Party Animal: Not really. Can this game tell me what I'll have for dinner?