BOB: Aww, billy, you look so sad.
BILLY: Yeah, well i got some bad news from the doctor...
BOB: Oh no, im so sorry. What was it?..
BILLY: It turns out that i am made entirly of spit and belly button lint.
BOB: OUCH! wow, that sucks man..what does it mean?
BILLY: Well, it turns out im a humonculus.
BOB: You mean a creture made by a scientist or sorcerer to do its bidding?
BILLY: Yup...my dad was a wizard.
BOB: How are you just now figuring this out?
BILLY: Well i always did think it was weird how fluffy soft i was.
BOB: So, do you do your fathers bidding?
BILLY: Shit no! He can clean my goddamn room if he wants it clean.
BOB: I heard Homunculuses were brought to life using electicity.
BILLY: Some of us are. Not me tho.
BOB: What brought you to life?
BILLY: A pack of wild alaskan huskie sled dogs.
BOB: How does that work?
BILLY: Im not really sure myself.
BOB: So why belly button lint and spit?
BILLY: I guess my dad/maker didnt have better materials.
BOB: Arent you supposed to be like made of stone or gems?
BILLY: Well, thats the lucky part, he had enough to give me a marble penis.
BOB: Lucky son of a witch...
