"Yes it's just wonderful," he replied.
"The water that is," she said and smiled.
"Yes I know he he he he." Said he.
"Not the tar," she said, taking the joke too far.
"Hey, are you taking the joke too far?" he asked.
"Ask the narrator, he seems to be talking behind my back. I think I have a fine sense of humour."
"Narrator - can I call you Nar? - did she take that last joke too far?"
"I'm afraid so," I said. "It wasn't very funny to begin with."
"It was too," she said, unsure of herself.
"You're unsure of yourself," he said.
"I am not! Cut that out you stupid narrator," she squealed.
"Why should I? I am god to you," I replied.
"You don't say," he remarked, taking it in stride.
"If you're God," she said, ponderingly, "do you control our every action?"
I thought a moment. I figured there was no harm in telling her the truth. "Yes," I said, "you are all my little puppets. I am simply putting on a nice little puppet show for myself."
"Well then," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face, "I guess any bad jokes we tell are your fault."
"Yes," I replied, "But so is all your logic. I can make you intelligent enough to figure out that I can control you. On the other hand, I can instantly make you a moron."
"Bluh," she replied.
"True," he said, sarcastically.
Suddenly a large asteroid landed on top of them.
"What a cheap ending," came a voice from under the rock.