In which two nine-year old boys wax philosophical:
LB: The place I’d second-most like to visit is Toiletville.
LB: The place I’d most like to visit is heaven.
Friend: Aren’t they the same place?
LB: In heaven they give you a harp.
Friend: And a bow and arrow.
LB: No, they don’t.
Friend: Oh, wait. They give you the bow and arrow in hell.
LB: No, in hell they give you an accordion.