Cheese

“Where did the tornado hit? Did you really just ask that?”
“Umm yeah?”
“You idiot! It just happened right in front of you!”
“Ohhh, so that’s where that 95 year old woman who hadn’t had a bath in days disappeared to. Damn, I thought she was a magician!”
“Did she eat my dolphin?!”
“…What?”
“Nothing…”
“Oh? What’s so nothing about that?”
“Discovery channel”
“…”
“Moron”
“You’re both a bunch of morons, damn fools” Gertie hollered. She maneuvered her way through the rubble and stared down the two obnoxious punks.
“I like cheese.” Said Jonny the retard.
“Who cares about cheese when we don’t even have a house ti eat it in anymore?”
“Well I guess we could always go live with my mom. She lives where there’s no tornados.”
“And where is that?”
“In the north pole. She’s Mrs. Claus!”
“Wow, dude. Just shut up and let’s start cleaning is this mess.”
“Okay.”