Firework

Seven-Year-Old: You need a firework or a key.

Breakup

First Friend: The abomination sent you.
Second Friend: Did the abomination look like a fist?
First Friend: Yes.
Second Friend: What’s going on with you two? Bad breakup?

Effort

Friend: I put a lot of effort to have a very random list.

Niche

Me: There’s a number of scavengers who specialize in eating bones. It’s an ecological niche.

Order

Friend: I call order!
Eleven-Year-Old: Order in the cave!

Falcon

Eleven-Year-Old: I would have eaten the falcon.

Destroy

Friend: We want to trick him; and if we could trick him in a way that would also make him destroy himself, that would be even better.

Roll

Friend: You can go to a restaurant and buy a tiny little loaf of bread. What’s that called?
Me: “A roll”?
Friend: “A roll”!

Dude

Friend: So, the dude is dead.
Me: Long live the dude.

It was random that this came up on my own forty-second birthday, actually.

Darkness

Eleven-Year-Old:  Down into the darkness!  I want to kick one of you over.