"Wouldn't that be cool?" he says in that two-octaves-too-high voice that he gets when he's really excited about something gadgety.
"No. Why would I want a robot arm?" I say.
"'Cause it would be cool! Wouldn't it be cool?"
"No. What would I do with a robot arm?" (Actually, I secretly do think it would be cool, but it's amusing to be a punk every once in a while.)
"Well," he says. "Say you were from Canada...."
I don't know what that means.