“Why are we doing this again?” whispered Caleb from under his gray umbrella.

“I told you, we’re hiding from the world,” said Tiffany. “It’s shunned us and spat in our faces, and so we’re secluding ourselves from its hurtful presence.”

“Oh, right.” He didn’t sound so sure.

“Look at it this way: if someone came up to you and stuck his gum in your hair, how would you feel?”

“Um…angry?”

“Exactly. The world is sticking gum in our hair, and we must use all the peanut butter we have in our possesion to get it out.”

“Ah.”

“See? It all makes so much more sense now.”

“But the umbrellas?”

“They hide our faces from the world, so no one can spit in them, so no one can see us. We are concealed, therefore, we are protected.”

“Now, what if I were to, say…go to Gap and get some shoes?”

“No! Don’t think such treasonous thoughts! We must remain hidden, no outside contact whatsoever.”

”...I’m bored.”

“The world is boring. Hide from it.”

“No, I think I’m gonna go.” He stood.