Two people sit, straitjacketed in a dark room in an unknown location. Neither of them remember a thing, only that they are both adamant that it was the other one's fault for this situation.
Bp: Dammit, Wantadog, te bastard! I knew I shouldn't have listened to you! I could be sitting at home with a nice bottle of sake right now.
Wantadog: No, it was your fault, Bp! If te hadn't stolen that cop's hat, ran down the strada, via yelling 'blue murder' and 'pig', then stolen caramelle from a baby, all while wearing your mutande over your trousers, this would never have happened.
Bp: Oh, wait, I did do that,...
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