Last night I went to a bar and sat next to a porcupine. We shared some beers together.
The porcupine said, "I'm really happy that you sat next to me. Others always sit on the farthest stool away."
I said, "You don't seem mean."
The porcupine said, "I'm not. Even when I shoot my quills. Those become darts when I'm scared. Then I usually regret the pain I caused."
I said, "I'm the same way."
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