Sometimes I'm funny

Twenty frustratingly modern websites later, and the three of them realized this may not be as easy as previously thought. “So everything is made up of atoms,” Tib said slowly. “Everything?”

“Yes.”

“So there are atoms in that table. And there are atoms in you.”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t make any sense at all.” He prodded Bill with a bony finger. “Unless you’re made of wood.”

“Well, that table’s from Ikea, so it’s particle board, but yes, I can see where you’d be confused.”

In which I remind myself that sometimes I can be funny, and that zombies are adorable.