Nov 12 2012

"How the hell am I meant to put a liger between the phoenix and the unicorn?... Fuck it. I can't read Noah's writing anyway."

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KAREN:	You said, "How am I supposed to fit a liger between the phoenix and the unicorn? Oh, fuck it, I can't read Noah's handwriting anyway."
ADAM:	It's my fault. None of them are here.
KAREN:	Awww. There are still ligers.
ADAM:	(whimpering) It's my fault!?
KAREN:	No, there are still ligers, don't worry!
ADAM:	But the unicorns!
KAREN:	That's true.
ADAM:	Well, phoenixes, you know, fuck it. They rise from the dead anyway.
KAREN:	So we can only blame the unicorn on you.
ADAM:	Are there definitely ligers?
KAREN:	Yeah. But they don't occur naturally. They happen in captivity. They're extremely intelligent.
ADAM:	Really?
KAREN:	Oh, yeah, they're much larger than either a lion or a tiger, and extraordinarily intelligent.
ADAM:	Can they do crosswords? No, they can't, 'cause they can't hold the pencil, 'cause they haven't got an opposable thumb. Not that clever.
KAREN:	It's not their fault if they don't have an opposable thumb.
ADAM:	Okay. I'll concede that point. But can they do crosswords? No.
KAREN:	I bet if we made a crossword in Ligerese they could.
ADAM:	Oh. Ligerese. One across, four letters, a loud noise. Oh, "roar," there we go. Another four-letter word, five down, anything that moves. Ah, "food." And that's a cryptic crossword.