Conversation went thusly:
“What happened to your other leg?”
“It’s resting.”
“What do you mean, resting?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean? It’s tucked under my body nice and neatly and is resting.”
“You sure a crab didn’t snap it off or something?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“How can you be sure?”
“It’s my leg, I’d know, wouldn’t I?”
“But I don’t see it.”
“It’s resting.”
“So you say…”