The Pusher

Mother: Do you want some mochi ice cream?

Moi: No, [it's 10:3o], I'm going to bed.

Mother: Come on, there's only one left.

Moi: I'll have it tomorrow for breakfast.

Mother: You'll forget by then!

(earlier in the night)


Moi: I'm going to play a little ping-pong.

Mother: But dinner is ready. (she made pork chops)

Moi: You're asking me to eat instead of exercise? I'm going to die of heart disease at a young age.

Mother: You've got to die somehow, you know?