Bizonkulous

I came over to James’ house for a sleepover tonight, and he was in the middle of doing some stuff in the kitchen.

“I was going to make a beaverage,” he said.
“A beaverage? Like a hermitage but for beavers?”
“Yeah.”
“Where were you gonna get the beavers?”
“…. uh.. from the fridge.”
“Honey, beavers come from ponds, not fridges.”
“No, I got a can of beaver in my fridge!”
“Beavers don’t come in cans!!”
“Yes they do.” He got up and showed me. “See? Jamaican Ginger Beaver.”