She'd be best on offense.

Buddy: See.

Minica: Wow.

Buddy: I told you there were more of us in this house.

Minica: Those aren't "us". They are smaller. They have no arms.

Buddy: Sure they do. They are just linked together so they all move at once.

Minica: They aren't linking arms. They are skewered! I think I'm going to be sick.

Buddy: Oh calm down. These guys are elite athletes. They're fine.

Minica: Elite athletes? That one is wearing a cowboy hat. And they smell like beer.

Buddy: That's not them, that's me.

Minica: Oh . . . . Which team is better?

Buddy: The blue team had a much stronger record, until last Saturday.

Minica: What happened last Saturday?

Buddy: The blue team coach got drunk and cocky and challenged Jane. He got his ass handed to him. 10-2. It was amazing. The crowd went wild.

Minica: You know, I don't think that the real Christ ever uses the phrase "got his ass handed to him".

Buddy: Yeah? Well, FullSizeDanica would have thrown her naked sweaty writhing body into this pile of men by now, so I guess we're even.

Minica: Touché.