Savannah snorts. "Har har. Is there a pile of jokes you don't like out there?"

"No, no. I donate them. To comedians so they can learn what not to do."

"They're stealing my period jokes. The monsters."

"Plagiarism is wrong," says Bella piously.

"Wrong and terrible," agrees Savannah. "Darren, I thought you were better than that!"

He looks between both Bella and Savannah. "Apparently not. Anything to rid the world of evil."

"Well, sometimes sacrifices in intellectual honesty must be made to accomplish greater tasks," sighs Bella.

"Savage," accuses Savannah, to her brother.

"Bwua-ha-ha, I'm ridding the world of terrible jokes, once and for all."

"Bastard! Rogue! Scoundrel! ... Um - barbarian! ... Help me out, Bella, my vocabulary sucks."

"Blackguard? Rascal? Fiend?"

"Yes, those."

"... You sure showed me," drawls Darren. "I have been told."

"Oh, snap," says Bella, unconvincingly.

"Yeah, I sure told him."

"Also," pipes up Vernon from his couch, "I heard that. Quarter. Into the jar."

"... Damn," sighs Savannah.

"Two now!" says Vernon brightly.

Savannah mutters some (non-expletive) things under her breath. She goes off, finds a jar with a lot of quarters in it, and - in go two quarters.

"...Wait, what's the first one for? I missed it."

"First thing I called Darren. I was hoping dad wouldn't notice."

"Noticed," replies Vernon, in the same cheerful tone.

"Does the household swear jar go to a good cause?"

"Movie nights. Weirds them out when we show up with a ton of quarters and we're like, 'Yeah, three for X-Men.'"

Bella laughs.