"Liar, liar, box-that-you-live-in on fire. That's how it goes, right?" She smiled at her own silliness and took a drink.
"If you're watching your figure, though," she said, her voice suddenly grim, "I'd be careful with those chips, you're looking rather enormous lately." Blatant contradictions be damned, she thought to herself. "No one likes an enormous disc-jockey."