Suicide for Beginners

Barry: How you bum your leg, boy child?

Timmy: I was part of a commando unit sent in to squash some insurgent activity on Sycamore Drive. I busted my leg on extraction.

Barry: Ha! Almost same thing happens to me outside of Hanoi, '72. Now, my leg parts, mostly rebar and duct tape.

[slaps his leg with a pistol resulting in a metallic clang]

Barry: It's the man in black pajamas who I'm shooting at. You?

Timmy: Fifth grade girls.

Barry: Ah, just as dangerous.