S: What'll you be when you grow up?
J: A tyrant!
S: A tyrant? Your people subjugated?
J: Totally! With a harem, slaves, and torture every Thursday!
S: Cool!
J: And you?
S: Well, I... No, it's too dumb.
J: Tell me!
S: You won't like it.
J: I told you! Tell me!
S: I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
J: A cream puff? As in cake?
S: Of course! What else! A cream puff is a cream puff!
J: A cream puff... Yeah, of course, a cream puff! That's brilliant!
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