Robbie Is Dead (AHHHHH!)
In today’s installment of Blog Theatre we’re granted a glance at the highly functional relationship between Overly Emotional Mother and Overly Literal Father as they mourn the death of their teenage son. WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS HIGH QUANTITIES OF MISCOMMUNICATION.
MOTHER
My dear sweet Robbie! Why did he have to die!?!
FATHER
He was a living creature and all living creatures die.
MOTHER
But why Robbie!?!
FATHER
Did you think our son was immortal?
MOTHER
No, I…
FATHER
Because he was not immortal. Highly mortal. As evidenced by him being dead.
MOTHER
But why now!?!
FATHER
Oh! I understand what you’re asking! Why did Robbie die “NOW.” Internal injuries. Oh yeah. Big time.
MOTHER
Ahhh! Why my Robbie?!
FATHER
Because he was hit by a bus!
MOTHER
Nooooooo!!! I just want my boy back!!!
FATHER
If they returned him to us, at best, he would be an emotionless machine.
He would not be the Robbie you developed human emotions for.
MOTHER
I want to die!
FATHER
Don’t worry, you will. You too are mortal.
MOTHER
Ahhhh!!! ROBBIEEEEEE!!!
FATHER
He can’t hear you. He’s dead.
MOTHER
AHHHHHHH!!!
