Me: Are you all ready to go to Mexico? You're going to have a great time!
Her: Yeah ... if I can just survive long enough to actually go. I've got so much to do before then. Seriously, I need an assistant, someone who's willing to work for about fifty cents an hour.
Him: Well you do work with refugees and immigrants, if anyone has access to cheap labor, it's you.
Her: That's an awful thing to say!
Him: Come on, are you saying you've never even considered it?
Her: Of course not! What do you think I am?
Me: (mutters) Obviously not one to take advantage of the opportunities offered.
Her: I'm supposed to be HELPING them, not turning them into what pretty much equates to slave labor!
Him: But if you could, would you?
Me: I hate to admit it, but I might.
Me: I'm not saying that I'd do it, just that if things were different, if we lived in a world where slavery was considered "acceptable" ... I can't be sure exactly where my morals would fall.
Me: I'd like to think I'd be all "Slavery is bad, m'kay?" but I know myself well enough to admit that, if the option was on the table and no one was going to judge me for it, I might.
Her: ... seriously!!!
Me: I said might.
Him: (shakes head sadly) Kellie, I'm very disappointed in you.
Me: Oh, don't come across all holier than though. I know for a fact that the only thing keeling you from committing cold blooded murder is that you wouldn't survive in jail.
Her: ... how are we even friends?
I suppose it's lucky I don't live in a world where slavery is considered okay, I'm not sure if I really trust my moral compass.