Prelude: I am bitten by Mo – the mosquito I share a room with – whom I may have tried to slap.
Me: How could you do that, you blood sucker! We share a room and you bit me!
Mo: Well you were about to kill me!
Me: That’s because you bit me!
Mo: What kinda law do you follow, human! Death penalty for a bite??
Me: You took my blood!
Mo: You were about to take my life!
Me: Well…ok maybe you have a point
Mo: Of course I am always pointed
Me: Ok we make a deal. You don’t bite me, I don’t kill you.
Mo: Hmm okay but you have to bring me food
Me: I am not going to get you blood
Mo: Oh alright alright, I will go to work then, earn my own blood. You humans are no help
Me: And one more thing. Err, you shouldn’t marry.
Me: Yea, I want you single.
Me: I don’t want to share my room with a bunch of junior MOs sucking my blood!
Mo: But you would have been their aunt!
Me: No thanks.
Mo: No romance then?
Mo: It’s no fun living with you.