In the Chips
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"Dawg, tell me that does not look like Elvis."
"…Todd, it's a potato chip."
"Yeah, but it totally looks like Elvis! See? Fat Elvis!"
"It looks like a potato chip."
"Dawg, it's totally Elvis. Hey, I wonder if I can sell it on eBay. You know, to that casino place? Golden Palace?"
"They'd only buy it if it looked like the Virgin Mary."
"…… Well if you turn it upside down you could pretend it was Mary. You know, if you squint. It looks about as good as that moldy sandwich they bought."
"You're not selling a potato chip on eBay."
"Why not?"
"Because this."
"…..Hey! You ate Elvis! Ew, that's kind of creepy but you totally owe me now! I could have made, like, a hundred bucks off that thing."
"Really now."
"Yeah. You owe me a hundred dollars."
"How 'bout I just work it off?"
"Cleaning the gutters?"
"….Wasn't quite what I had in mind."
"Well, you know. There are…other options."
"That's more what I had in mind."
"Options that will involve handcuffs."
"……..Wait, on me or you?"
"……"
"….Todd?"
"…"
"Crap."