Already two-and-half martinis in, Maddy was primed for a deep, philosophical discussion. Her little blue drinking buddy was game as well.

“Why do you suppose we’re here, Milo?” she pondered, slurring her words ever so slightly. “I mean, what’s our reason for existence?”

“Well, I don’t know about you,” her spherical pal replied, “but I’m a rubber ball with a feather drilled into my head. My whole reason for being is to bounce around the room, entertaining you and to be at your beck and call. I live only to serve you and my only wish is for you to be happy and healthy. I am nothing without you.”

Maddy smiled. She liked that a lot.

“What about the humans,” she asked. “What’s their purpose?”

Milo thought, but only briefly.

“Same answer,” he deadpanned.