- Any news?

- We can't find it.  They think a transient may have taken it.

- Oh, that's horrible.  What would a homeless man do with a missing arm?

- Sell it...to a tire shop maybe.  

- Or maybe eat it.  God, I sure hope he's not eating it right now.

- That's my wife he's eating, Nancy.

- It's okay little brother, it's just one piece of her.

- I guess you're right; it does no good to think that way.

- No good at all, but you have the most important part.  

- I know, her liver.

- No, her brain functions have to remember you... Well, are you going to click Post?

- Maybe in a little while.  I want to sit here for awhile longer.

-  Don't dwell on it.  Come have dinner with me and Tom.

- Is that your cat?

- No, that's Tom-tom, silly.  Come have dinner; he brought a pizza from home.

- One of those frozen pizzas you guys always shack up on?

- Oh, you know how cheap Tom is...but it's been microwaved.  Here, look.

- Aww, he put it in for too long.  The cheese looks past melted—it's going to taste like burnt skin, I just know it.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, wait—I'm sorry.

- Tom-tom may have done this one.

- No, it's me.  I'm just so irritated, sis.  I didn't mean to take it out on you and Tom and the cat.

- You need some rest, brother.

- Have you eaten it yet?

- Tom's thinking about eating it, but I've had it for so long I don't think he wants to anymore.

- Maybe I'll go down to the cafeteria.  I wonder if they have any tuna in a can.

- Here, I should have an opener in my purse.  It smells a little like fish though.

- There's still some residue on it, Nancy.  I can smell your cat.

- I'm a little flaky with cleaning it.

- I'll just ask the girl down there to open it.

- It helps to put some garnish on it.  Or else Tom-tom won't go near it.