"Why didn't the boy pick up his ice cream?" - Margaret
"Why?" - Depressed boy
"Because he got ran over." - Margaret
"I wish that was me." - Depressed boy
"Why didn't the boy pick up his ice cream?" - Margaret
"Why?" - Depressed boy
"Because he got ran over." - Margaret
"I wish that was me." - Depressed boy
Alright, listen up, numbskull. So, Margaret asks why the boy didn't grab his ice cream, right? Then she drops the bomb that he got flattened by a car. And get this, the depressed kid is all like, "I wish that was me!" because he's so down in the dumps he wants to be roadkill! Do you get it now, dingus?