I went into the kitchen to put a dish away and I walked in on the following conversation my parents were having:
Step-Dad: I want one of those slapper things Vince is selling.
Mom: Vince? You meat the Chop Slapper?
Step-Dad: Nono it's called the Slap Chop, yeah that's it, I want one of those.
Mom: But we already have a Magic Bullet.
Step-Dad: Well that may be, but I want this.
Update: Come to realize when I left the room, the "this." he was talking about was a loving Slap Chop that got delivered today. Holy stuff he's using it, if Vince loving barges through my door I'm grabbing my shotgun.
