He was in the middle of some smug lecture to S about why some movie she likes is ~anti-feminist~ when she interrupted him really cheerfully: “Wait, wait, I have a question! Okay, would you rather poop onstage at Lincoln Center in front of your mother-in-law or would you rather not poop for thirty days????” and he was actually seriously stunned into silence for a second before he laughed awkwardly and said “But I don’t even have a mother-in-law” and walked away. Ughhh this is perfect, she is brilliant, only gonna talk to jerks about pooping from now on.
(Am having some qualms about talking shit about the manarchist after we had a seriousss talkkk last week but I just found this in my drafts from a while ago and I CAN’T RESIST, am I a terrible monster: yes/maybe/whatever).