Sometimes K and I have such arbit conversations that somebody evesdropping would probably send us to NIMHANS or some such.

Now Kana has this habit of putting wet towels on the hooks behind our room door every morning. The next day he invariably forgets where he's put them and takes out new towel and then puts them at the back of the door again until there are no more towels left in the cupboard. Yesterday, I was somewhat annoyed and our conversation went something like this:-

"What are all the towels doing behind the door?" I asked him.
"Breeding," came the prompt reply.
"Breeding?" Quite used to getting such answers by now, I thought quickly, "I see, but how do they breed when there's only one towel to begin with?"
"There's a towel lover, you see," he went on without a pause, "he sneaks out of the cupboard."
"Hmm, so does he romance all the rest of the towels?" Wondering why I was even asking the question and encouraging him.
"Nooo. Towels get straight down to business. They know life is very short and at any time they can be grabbed and made to wipe dirty hairy places."
"Ohhh, towels must have a pretty traumatic life," I said, still continuing the bizarre conversation.
"Yes. That's why they have a RSPCT."
"A What??"
"RSPCT," he says calmly.
"And what's that?" I asked, desperately trying to come up with the full form he'd obviously devised before he could tell me.
"Royal Society for Prevention of Cruelty towards Towels."
...which is where I burst out laughing...!