Mar, Gar and I are walking down High Road when Gar suddenly announces:
“Time for something beginning with c and ending with e.”
“Confidence? Concupiscence?,” I begin.
“Consequence? Cone?,” says Mar.
“No, something hot.”
“Contraceptive?”
“You drink it hot.”
“Chocolate?”
“It keeps you up at night.”
Columbine?
“You mean concubine,” Mar opines.
“It involves a cup.”
“Cupcake?”
“Just about everybody drinks it.”
“Kool-aid is spelled with a K, I’ll have you know, and I must say that you have a disturbingly bleak view of society at large.”