"Hey."

"Hi, Finn."

"So what's it going to be today? A prank? Need advice? Should I go get my guitar?"

"None of those, actually. I do have another riddle for you, though."

"I don't know, May. I don't want to make myself look any more stupid than I already do."

"Trust me, that's quite impossible."

"Ouch."

"Here's the riddle: if a plane crashes on the border between the United States and Canada, where do they bury the survivors?"

"The most logic answer seems that you would bury them in their own country, so depending on where the passengers are from, but then it wouldn't be a riddle."

"That's absolutely right."

"Maybe they don't want to be buried? But something else?"

"..."

"Why are you laughing so hard?"

"I just can't with you. "Maybe they don't want to be buried?", like obviously. The riddle asks where you bury the survivors, Finn, survivors."

"Oh. Oh my god."

"I have to admit that I was wrong before, you actually could get even more stupid. You just proved that."

"No more riddles, I guess. That's the only solution."

"I won't make any promises. This is just too much fun."

"Glad you're having fun, though. Maybe I should be stupid more often."

"Yes, that would definitely make these conversations much more enjoyable."

"Was that an insult?"

"It's just the truth, Finn."

"You're totally insulting me."

"It's my specialty."

"This is where I hang up, right?"

"I thought we were over hanging up on each other."

"Let's bring it back then."

"Don't you d-"

"-are."