Slave: "Master, some of the other would-be slaves have been asking me what you would like for your birthday. Do you have any requests? And a new slave is NOT an option."
Master: "Hmmmmm, I would like lint. Lint is my favorite. When I find it, I pull it apart and then I roll it in my hands and then I eat it and it tastes like dryer and I can chew on it like a piece of gum almost the whole day until you find it and try to take it out. That's what I want for my birthday."
Slave: "Lint. Not puzzles?"
Master: "Can you pull puzzles apart and then roll them in your hands?"
Slave: "No. Not really. How about some books?"
Master: "Can I chew on books like gum almost the whole day until you bust me and try to take it out of my mouth?"
Slave: "You probably could, but that is extremely disrespectful to books and ill advised."
Master: "In that case I stand by my original request. Lint. And lots of it."
