Natasha?

Daniel?

Tell me about the time Mark and Sven set you on fire?

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Natasha?

Yes, Daniel?

Tell me about the time Mark and Sven set you on fire?

They never set me on fire!

Natasha?

What?!

Tell me about the time Mark and Sven set you on fire?

I’m going to set you on fire soon!

Natasha?

For my God’s sake, Daniel! If you ask me one more time, I swear I shall do something we will both regret later!

When Mark and Sven set you on fire, did it hurt?

AAAAAAARGH!

Ow! Quit it! Hey, Natasha?

What? What is it, Daniel? WHAT?!

Did you like being set on fire?

I am swearing to … Daniel … you should run. Run now and run fast. Or else I…

Will set me on fire? Didn’t Sven and Mark do that to you, once?

All right. Fine. Yes. You want to know, yes.

So why is it such a big deal?

Because there was a clown involved.

What?!

It’s true. We were out, this was back a few years, somewhere in Jersey.

When Sven still had his car?

Yes. Anyway, Mark gets this bright idea, we should make with a stop at a circus thing we pass. Fair ground, whatever it is.

Mark wanted to go to a carnival?

Truth’s.

All right. So you go to a carnival. And there was fire? On you?

I am getting to it, impatient boy.

Sorry this has been bugging me since they mentioned it, and then they just refused to tell me!

To make you try and ask me.

Nice.

So yes. Carnivaled. And clowns there. One drunk clown. Bump and grind against me. Followed us.

You were clown-stalked.

Yes. That.

That’s wonderful and horrible.

And so I bumped him away, shove shove, Mark and Sven they wanted to beat him up or some thing but I said no, it wasn’t necessary. Just annoying drunk clown.

Happens all the time to you, huh?

Things like have occurred. But not point. Clown gets more annoying. Mark steps in.

But you told him not to.

Did anyway. He shoves clown. Fire eater blows burst of fire.

Clown on fire!

Drunk, reeling clown on fire. Crashes back into me.

Natasha on fire!

Yes. That is story.

So Mark set a clown on fire and then that clown set you on fire? Were you ok?

Define this ok you say? Was on fire. Not badly burnt. Singed more.

So you were ok. I still don’t get why the guys wouldn’t tell me.

For a while was told so often. So often it lost its funny.

Ahhhhh.

Now? Well almost funny, but still, more annoying. For me at least.

Fair enough. I’ll get this round.

Thank you dearling. Beach next weekend? I have rent of a whole house for us.

Next weekend? Damn it, I can’t!

Oh, are you for sure? Double check, dearling. Please. A whole beach house for us! It will be fantastico!

I’ll check but … doubt it. Damn.

Perhaps, if you are this angry, you should go…

Punch a clown into some fire?

Wasn’t that a song? Rage Against the Machine?

That was “Sleep Now in the Fire.”

The next word there, was it clown?

It was not.

We could pretend, however.

Sleep now in the fire, clown! We could.

We shall, then.