KOOKIE, KOOKIE, LEND ME YOUR COMB

I was explaining to Taeko why I didn't have a comb.

“I dropped it in the toilet by accident a few days ago.”

“So. You wash it.”

“No, sorry. Strict rule: If it falls in the toilet, game over.”

“You'd never survive in a war.”

“A war? Is there some global combat imminent that's going to involve dunking my personal-grooming products in the toilet?”

Silence

“Because I think I have a right to know, dammit.”

Additional silence.

“But yeah, if those are the rules of warfare, I'm pretty much a dead man...”