“Uh…let’s see…how should I put this.” Tom said., “Um…you don’t have one.”

“I don’t have a soul?” I said, more amused than offended.

“Well, no one does.” Tom said, “The idea of having a soul is completely fictional, and even if you did it would serve no purpose.”

“Huh…cool.” I said, shrugging.

“You know what?” Tom said, “You’re alright. You’re taking all of this in stride. I like that. You just might be a keeper.”

I smiled at him. “thanks, man. I really apprecia-”

“WAIT.” Tom’s voice went of like a gunshot in the library. “You will definately go to heaven under one condition: do you own a Mac, Mac book, or any other Apple-made computer?”

“What? Why?” I asked.