“Everyone has their limit.”

I don’t actually remember the context of this conversation even though it happened mere hours before writing it down. So, I’m posting mid-conversation . . .

Bear: “And then after I’m knocked out Miss Print starts rummaging through my pockets.”

Miss Print: “Wait, what? Why would I do that?”

Bear: “Because you need money.”

Miss Print: “My goal is to never need money that badly.”

Bear: “That’s your cut off point? Rummaging through an unconscious person’s pockets.”

Miss Print: “That’s one of the cut off points.”