—Didya hear?

—What?

—They’re gonna make us visible.

—Visible? Why would they do that?

—I don’t know. So they could see us. So they could see where we are. So they could see who’s stealing fruit. It’s a security thing.

—We’re supposed to steal fruit. That’s what we eat.

—I know. But they want to know who eats what. And how much.

—Why would they want to know that?

—So they can start charging us for it. I don’t know.

—Well, it might not be so bad. Look at it this way. We’ll be able to see, too.

—So?

—So, wouldn’t you love to get a glimpse of Mary Anne Bosky down in bookkeeping? I bet she looks delish!

—Good point.

—Good points, you mean.

—Yeah, but she’d probably just start wearing clothes.

—Why would she do that?

—Wouldn’t you, with everybody ogling you all the time?

—I suppose. Yeah, that would suck. We definitely don’t need visible. My pretty wife is just fine the way she is. Better all the time. Why, last night—if you could’ve ... Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

—That wasn’t your pretty wife. That was me.

—You? Ewwwwwwwww!

—You can say that again.