Eating Children’s Fingers

“I wonder if the people upstairs moved. Their kid doesn’t seem to be as noisy any longer,” I said.

“Maybe they ate children’s fingers,” Good Man replied.

“What?”

“Maybe they ate children’s fingers.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

Good Man sighed. “I don’t know either.”

“Do you know why I married you?”

Good Man grinned. “Because I am comedian?”

“Yep, exactly.”