J: I could take a kangaroo.

E: They're very dangerous, the males, and that was a biiiig boy.

J: But! They stand upright.
So I could totally uppercut him!
In the face!

E: He's taller than you.

J: That's fine; even better.

E: See the muscles on his chest? He was a chunky monkey.

J: Mmmhmm.
But!
I've got more training than him, and the human mental capacity to get caught up in a prideful exchange of blows; whereas the kangaroo will just stop caring and try to leave.
But I will not relent!
Because, as a human, I have irrationality!
I will best the kangaroo!
For America!

E: Whoa whoa, you're not going all anti-Australian on me, are you?

J: No, just Pro-America! Yo Joe!

E: I don't like the symbolism of you beating up a kangaroo. I want to be empowered .

J: Fine... go kill a bald eagle, if it makes you feel better. Terrorist.

E: You know I'm not a terrorist!

J: DO I?

E: My dad has trouble saying tourist; he says terrorist instead.

J: You fly into my country carrying dangerous cargo, like Vegemite.

E: :rolls eyes:

J: AND you eat Spam, and think it's a delicacy.

E: Vegemite's chemical warfare in a jar. That's just the kind of convenient, modern-day world we live in: Terrorism with FLAVOUR.
"What would you like for breakfast, little Johnny?"
"Oh, why I'd like some terrorism on toast please Mom!"
It tastes like burning.

J: Or HATE. Maybe Communism.
I don't know, what do you people do in Australia? Tribal council?