Bob: “It’s…a button?”
Me: “Yes, but not just a button, it’s an Automatic Random Murderer.”
Bob: “Uh…what?”
Me: “Automatic Random Murderer. You see…if I press it, a random person, somewhere on earth, immediately has his or her heart explode.”
Bob: “What the hell are you talking about?”
Me: “What?”
Bob: “You invented a button…wait, what?”
Me: "Yeah, ain't it great?"
Bob: "What is wrong with you?"
Me: "What?"
Bob: "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
Me: "I don't know why you're upset...this is something that people want and need."
Bob: "You're kidding, right?"
Me: "No! People will want this! What's your problem with it?"
Bob: "It...kills people!"
Me: "No it doesn't."
Bob: "What do you mean it doesn't?!? You just said that it kills people!"
Me: "No, I said if you press it, a random person dies."
Bob: "It's the same thing!"
Me: "No. The button can't kill anybody, it requires somebody to push the button. ARMs don't kill people, people kill people."
Bob: "Okay, that's the dumbest damn thing I've ever heard, the button has exactly one purpose: killing, right?"
Me: "No, not at all! Look at it...it's pretty, right?"
Bob: "Huh?"
Me: "It's pretty! It's room decor!"
Bob: "Okay, be serious, THAT isn't a purpose...you already said, this has one purpose, killing people."
Me: "Oh, wait, you misunderstood me. The REAL purpose of this is killing animals."
Bob: "Huh?"
Me: "Yeah, it kills animals."
Bob: "Okay, explain."
Me: "If you push the button, and there's an animal within 50 feet of you, it'll die!"
Bob: "You mean, like a deer? This is for hunting?"
Me: "Yes, of course!"
Bob: "So, why does it have a box with screws to mount it on the wall?"
Me: "To use it as room decor, silly!"