“So, what’s this I hear about you having a new man around? You shouldn’t keep secrets from like that from me.”  
“O-oh, John? It’s not quite like that, mother…”  
“John? Sounds exotic. Is he from one of the Zebra tribes?”  
“Well, he’s certainly not from here.”  
“And I keep hearing the word ‘chief’ thrown around a lot too? Got yourself a big-shot, honey?”  
“He’s not really that kind of chief.”  
“Oh come on, enough with all the hints! Who is this mysterious, handsome stranger you’re keeping from me?”  
“He’s a space man who crashed here a long time ago and he fights aliens and isn’t afraid of anything and he’s REALLY cool!”  
“Hah! Okay, seriously, Rare, who is…this…”  
“…Is this a bad time?”
 
“Toast, anyone?”