painballing
We're going paintballing this week for Alan's birthday. He's chivalrously decided to put me on his team, so he won't have to shoot at me, and can furthermore protect me from any resultant dangers.
Alan: You're not going to shoot me, are you?
rAchel: Of course I'm not going to shoot you.
A: Good.
[pause]
A: W-wait, why are you saying you like that?
R: Well, I mean, what is this you, anyway? What's the essence of you, you know, ontologically? I mean, I could shoot at your kneecaps or your ear – you know, physical instances of the self, but surely it's not really possible to shoot at you as a self.
A: ...Let me put it this way. Are you going to shoot at any physical part of me, anything at all that's even remotely connected to my body?
R: We-ell, when you put it like that...
A: You are so on the other team now.