Trev: Hey, Mom, will you take me to the bank to get my money so I can buy a pistol?
Mom: No. Why do you want a pistol?
Trev: So I can shoot weird people in our house. I'm serious. I really want a pistol.
Mom: (Thinking about the fate of all the weird people in our home). No, Trev, not gonna happen. You're not even old enough to get a gun.
Trev: Well, you go buy it then and just give it to me. I'm serious. Man, when I grow up I'm gonna get a pistol AND a machine gun.
Mom: Machine guns are illegal to own.
Jake: What? Machine guns are illegal? Well (sigh) my plans are screwed.
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