keaton said, i need to buy some beauty supplies.
i said, i find the idea that 'beauty has to be supplied' to be troubling, don't you?
she said, i suppose it almost makes you want to quack too.
the urge suddenly overcame me, but when i spyed the frozen pork chop in her pocket, i decided against it.
so instead i said, no not really. i guess if i have to use a comb, it's only fair that you use a bag full of beauty supplies.
then she made a move for the pork chop.
and i quickly added, like a sandwich bag—not a shopping bag.
she pulled her hand back.
and i had dodged a grizzled bullet.