The troof, the whole troof, and nothing but the troof.
Amy: “Sometimes I tell the troof, and sometimes I’m not telling the troof. And sometimes I SAY it’s the troof, but it’s not really the troof. And sometimes it is really the troof.” Me: “So did you wash your hands, or not?” Amy: “Yes.” Me: “Are you telling the truth?” Amy: “No.” My head hurts.
