Omer:
I pray every night. For him to die.
Omer's Friend:
How's he going to die?
Omer:
Out of sickness.
Omer's Friend:
Has he not gotten better?
Omer:
An accident, then.
Omer's Friend:
Maybe he'd fall from the minaret!
Omer:
A snake could bite him.
Omer's Friend:
Even if it did, it wouldn't kill him.
Omer:
Scorpion! Didn't uncle Halil's grandson die of a scorpion sting?
Omer's Friend:
He was a baby, though.
Omer:
But if there are two or three of them! I'll find them.
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