me: "It's a tiny terrarium, constructed in a clear glass ball ornament. If you don't know what to do with it, for the love of God above, don't eat it. Give it back to me, don't throw it away."
he: "... why the hell'd you give me a ball of dirt ...?"
me: "It's not a ball of dirt. Your head is."
he: "So wait. This. This is like that Jesus thing, right? Yeah, where the wise guys came over to give him birthday presents, right? Like gold ... Frankenstein ... and dirt. Right? That was his presents, right?"
me: " ..."
he: "... Right? ..."
me: "No, this is my present. To the world now. A tiny one, but a world nonetheless."