It could have been dice, if there were two of them. Unfortunately, the lonely die's mate was carried off by a long-tailed rodent and is lost in the ship's bowels forever. A nonsensical turn of events, but an important plot twist in the grand scheme of life.
I have an order from my last checkup for my annual mammogram also known as my annual smoosh-my-boobs-flatter-than-a-pancake-ogram. And since I happen to have two boobs, I get the joy of going through the procedure twice. Until they come up with an annual smoosh-your-balls-flatter-than-a-pancake-ogram, I win.
And when she doesn't get something, I help her, cause I did this, too... 18 years ago. But then she passes over the rifle or the flag and I'm tossing it and spinning it and she's impressed and, "How did you do that?!"
Don't you just love it when they're amazed your life didn't start at 'Mom'?