The other day Reggie’s gtalk status was “Gentlemen, how do we kill the MOON?”. The following conversation ensued.

me: You don’t kill the moon – you only hope to wound it so you can get away.
Reggie: I don’t even have to be faster than the moon, I just have to be faster then the person next to me.
me: Exactly!
Reggie: The moon is vengeful.
me: The moon is ruthless.
Reggie: The moon holds a grudge.
me: The moon was given swirlies as a kid.
Reggie: The moon once shot a man in Memphis just to watch him die.
me: The moon shot the sherriff – but it did not shoot the deputy.
Reggie: The moon went on a tri state killing spree, and still hasn’t been caught by police.
me: The “LASER” belongs to the moon, not Dr. Evil.
Reggie: The moon hates puppies.
me: The moon kills a kitten every time someone masturbates.
Reggie: The moon also kills the masturbator. Because, if nothing else, the moon is fair.
me: Truly the moon is wise and just.
Reggie: The moon when to Harvard Law school, and graduated, not just with honors, but with a parade.
me: The moon then went on to build a time machine. From a DeLorean.
Reggie: Because while the moon is a scientific genius, it is not very original.
me: The moon is a very left brained individual, it’s true.
Reggie: The Moon is so smart, it went on Jeopardy and made Alex Trebeck cry.
me: The moon really is not made from cheese. The moon HATES cheese.
Reggie: The moon is lactose intolerant.
me: However the moon loves ice cream. Poor moon.
Reggie: The moon has a hard life. It was born in the wagon of a traveling show, it’s mother used to dance for the money they’d throw…
me: The moon hates that whole tides thing. It’s very sensitive about its weight. Hyperactive glands.
Reggie: The moon wishes people would stop mentioning that whole “low gravity” thing too.
me: Space is a cold, harsh mistress – the moon needs a blanket.
Reggie: The moon is lonely and looking for someone to love.