Okay, I figured my friends here in the "I Appreciate You Guys Club" (IAYGC for short) would be appreciate the absurdity of the conversation that occurred in my house.
Background info: There'a TV commercial for flea stuff (I think Frontline) that has an animated segment of green ninjas kicking flea-a$$ on a dog. I don't use Frontline, I use something different, but my roommate and I love that commercial.
I walk into the living room, and my roommate is using the flea comb on the dog.
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Why are you doing that? The flea stuff is working.
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John:
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I'm still getting fleas off of him though. I found three today.
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Me:
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Well, yeah, they get on him. It's not a force field. But they'll die before they lay eggs.
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John:
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I know, but it doesn't hurt to get them off.
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*picks a flea off the comb and drops it in a glass of soapy water*
Me:
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John, don't you like the ninjas?
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John:
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Of course I like the ninjas.
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Me:
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Then let them do their job. If the ninjas run out of flea a$$es to kick, they might come after you.
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John: *somehow keeping a straight face*
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It just seems wrong that the flea has to bite him before it dies.
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Me:
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But that's how life works. Something bites you, you kill it. And Teddy gets to tell the big dogs, "Fleas? Heh, when something bites me, I kill it." It gives him street cred.
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John:
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Welcome to my life.