Gas Prices Are Murder

(My mum and I are sitting in the living room. I have a habit of randomly blurting or singing strange things.)

Me: *singing* “Mum and I are gonna play pool tonight.”

Mum: “Yes, we are…”

Me: *still singing* “And then go on a murder spree!”

Mum: “I don’t think so.”

Me: “Of course we are!”

Mum: “You’re going to have to take your own car for that then.”

Me: “Nooooooo! I don’t have enough gas!”