"Do I need to draw you a graph? Do I need to sprinkle it liberally with flowcharts?"
Cass thumped him upside the back of the head. "I ain't a moron. I can add."
"So what about this whole concept is so hard for everyone to understand? For Chrissake, I can understand the Emotional Cripple over there not getting it - he has a hard time figuring out how to tie his boot laces in the morning-"
"Hey..." There was a long, pregnant pause. "Shut up."
"Thanks for making my point, Craig. But the rest of you... I mean, you're a doctor, Gannon. And you can't puzzle this out?"
"Well, it just doesn't make any sense."
"It's a pistol. I can hold it in one hand. I can shoot it with one hand.
"Yeahhhhh..."
"Ok, so look. Here's my right hand. There is a gun in it. See? Woooooooo..."
"Dex? Could you maybe not wave around a loaded gun like that? It's dangerous."
"Lighten up, Veronica. I'm not going to accidentally shoot anyone with it like a certain someone we know."
"That happened one time. And I was drunk."
Veronica scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're always drunk, Cass."
"Not always. Sometimes I'm asleep."
"Point is. Here is my left hand. There is nothing in my left hand. Everyone still with me so far?"
"Yes."
"Yup."
"Ngh."
"Indubitably."
"Would you like some cookies, dearie?"
"Uh, maybe later, Lily, but thank you. Now... if I were to... TADA... put another gun in my left hand..."
"This is the part where you lose me," muttered Arcade.
"How am I losing you?"
"It's... two guns. Maybe Veronica can explain it better than I can. Damn it, man, I'm a doctor, not a theoretical physicist."
"This doesn't take a degree in theoretical physics!"
Veronica pouted. "Yeah, the 'two guns' part is a real headscratcher, too. Oh well. I'm gonna go have cookies."
"Now that there sounds like a plan: cookies. And booze."
"Ewww."
"What? Sweet and alcoholic are complementary flavor profiles..."
Utterly flabbergasted, Dex said nothing as the lot of them headed off for the kitchen. It wasn't until Lily poked her head in to ask him if he was absolutely sure he didn't want any cookies that he finally found his voice again. "Does everyone in the Mojave have this disease of the mind?"