Nelkins says, "Sir, c'mon, that makes no sense."


"Oh my fuck, I swear God is picking on me."

"What? Does he really think God is picking on him? Seems like clumsiness to me."

"No, I don't know. No, I mean I used to think the same thing, I don't question him anymore, ever since the time I saw him making horchata. He poured the rice milk in his glass, then went to put away the container, but there was just a little left, so he's like, 'Eh, I'll just use it up.' So he goes to pour it in his cup just completely normally like anyone would," he's making the pouring hand motion for rice milk from a quart size carton, "and literally the last of the milk jumps out of the opening just over the glass onto the counter. And he just looks at me like 'so do you believe me now?' And I was like, 'Uh, yes.'"

Now, the guy in question is looking at the picture menu on display at this fast food place where they are. "What's this! You have hand-scooped ice cream! I don't believe it, it's absolutely ludicrous."

"Uh, yeah we do."

"No. How would you even do that? With your hands? You actually scoop the ice cream out with your hands holding an actual scooper. What is this the eighteenth century or something?"

"Yeah, it's right in the back in the freezer, I'll just scoop it out."

"You would have me believe that there are actually commercial grade scoops that any restaurant can just order for use by personnel to scoop ice cream?"

"Do you want one? I'll give you one for free, and you can watch me scoop it."

"What's the catch? What'd you do to it? Is it made out of evil?"

"You could take me to a movie."

"Well, alright then."

"So, are you gonna come watch me scoop it?"

He just stares at her out of the top of his eyes, and she gives out a high pitched belly laugh.