Nicolas has a knack for pulling random phrases out of thin air.
Every Monday evening, Jean-Alexandre and I play soccer, and every Monday evening, after the game, Jean-Alexandre insists on having a slushie, so every Monday evening, we walk into the same dépanneur (corner store) at about the same time, and get him one. This evening, we got back into the car and I began to tell this story: The ending is Jean-Alexandre's, in imitation of Nicolas.
"Every Monday evening, the same two people walked into the dépanneur between 8:30 and 9:30. The old haggard woman and the fresh young man wore the same soccer uniform and sweat ran down their faces. The young man always got himself a slushie, and the woman paid for it."
"And then the dinosaur ate a tractor."