“Ah, poor thing! How did you break your arm?”
“I had to fight for the last Twinkie.”
“No, really…”
“It was a rough day shopping.”
“Ah, c’mon…”
“Someone had to fight off the horde of angry, Harley bikers as the royal family made its escape.”
“I mean it! What did you do?”
“I fell down some stairs in Paris.”
“Yeah, right! Is your arm even broken? I don’t see a cast.”
“Probably not. I think my doctor’s just messing with me.”
