Room at the Scrabble Table

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Steven: I've figured out what I want in life.

Brian: Great. Mind if I just eat my oatmeal in peace?

Steven: I want a sweet wife and two kids. I want a happy home where we sit around at night playing Scrabble. And I want to travel the world and see everything and write in every cafe. And I want to do anything I want and be famous and charismatic and loved. And I want to be held by a wide variety of beautiful women, all of whom want nothing more than to come home with me.

Brian: That's great, but will there be room at the Scrabble table?

(There's an awkward pause)

Steven: You know what? You just crushed my hopes and dreams.

(Steven dumps a bowl of oatmeal on Brian's head)

Brian: Sheesh, he's so touchy.