[Long late lazy afternoon. Palinode phones Schmutzie.]
Palinode: I just wanted to let you know that there’s jambalaya in the fridge if you’re hungry.
Schmutzie: Thanks. I am hungry.
Palinode: But I also know that you’re not going to eat it.
Schmutzie: I might.
Palinode: You never eat leftovers. That’s why I’m phoning you. To remind you to eat them.
Schmutzie: You never know.
Palinode: I do know. So I’m employing reverse psychology on you.
Schmutzie: By asking me to eat the leftovers?
Palinode: No, that’s non-reverse psychology. I haven’t reversed the psychology yet to get you to eat the delicious low-carb jambalaya I made for you yesterday.
Schmutzie: This is less like reverse psychology every minute.
Palinode: Yeah… I’m a little tired for reverse psychology right now. Tell you what: I’ll mail some reverse psychology out to you.
Palinode: Wha- you can’t stop me from mailing reverse psychology.
Schmutzie: Sure I can.
Palinode: There’s no way. You don’t control the mail.
Schmutzie: I forbid it.
Palinode: Forbid? That’s it, I’m throwing some reverse psychology into the mail - hold on a second.
Schmutzie: There you go.
Palinode: You want me to mail reverse psychology to you so you’re using reverse psychology to get me to do it. Don’t reverse psychologize a reverse psychologist. You’ll never win.
Schmutzie: I honestly don’t want whatever it is you’d send me.
Palinode: Anyway, I’ll be home in a couple of hours. Should I heat up the jambalaya?
Schmutzie: Go nuts.