I had a dream that I got shot.
By my friend Asher!
But then we talked our problems out. The problem was that he shot me. Twice.
A: What's your problem, Cam?
C: You shot me. Twice. You dick.
A: Oh, sorry.
Then we drank this Palestinian liqueur.
A: See, it's good for you because it has marmalade in it.
C: I don't think this is actually good for you at all.
Then he shot me again.
What a dick.