"Me, of course."
"You?"
"Dead several hundred years."
"You're an odd joker." The Attendant was puzzled.
"Very." Lantry took out the knife. "Do you know what this is?"
"A knife."
"Do you ever use knives on people any more?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean—killing them, with knives or guns or poison?"
"You are an odd joker!" The man giggled awkwardly.