Bad Sequels Will Always Get Your Goat

(My mom and I are on the way home and we decide to stop by a restaurant to bring dinner back. We buy rice and mutton curry. I’m holding the plastic bag with the food on my lap.)

Me: “Ouch! The curry is hot… It burned my thigh.”

Mom:*laughs* “The mutton hurts.”

Me: “The revenge of the mutton.”

Mom: “Burned by the mutton.”

Me: “Curse of the mutton!”

Mom: “The rise of the mutton!”

Me: “Strike of the mutton!”

Mom: “ATTACK OF THE MUTTON!”

Me: “THE GOAT BITES BACK!”

Mom: “No, it should be the goat STRIKES back.”

Me: “Okay, and if it’s a book the synopsis can be ‘Back from the dead, the mutton…'”

Mom: “Rises to exact its revenge on the very people who—”

Me: “—tried to consume it!”

(I pause.)

Me: “We’re weird, you know that?”