Deafness and dementia

Jan: It was sitting there, in the waiting lounge, in a chair. It had been waiting so long that mold had started to sprout all over it. Furry mold. And it was reading an old MAD magazine from 1993. And it waited and waited and finally! The neon EVACUATE light lit up and it cried out, "I can see the light! It's my turn, at last!" And-

X: I said, 'I did it with the Thera Cane'.

Jan: Oh. I thought you said, 'I did a furry crap'.

X: You're a demented bunny.