INTJ: Let's stop at Arbys. They have a sale and I'm hungry.
INFJ: Nope. Not gonna work.
INTJ: Why? Insufficient information.
INFJ: Justin and Bertha are having food at the party and we're already late.
INTJ: Oh. Cool. *whistles and drives* So, Arby's, then?
INFJ: What part of that didn't stick with you?
INTJ: What part of what? Why do you look irritated? I'm confused. You're irrational.
INFJ: I'm not irrational. I'm perfectly rational, with a MEMORY. We just talked about this 2minutes ago.
INTJ: Tell me ALL the reasons again. I need information.
INFJ: We're late. They'll have food.
INTJ: What kind of food?
INTJ: Cool. I like pizza. *more whistling*
INFJ: Why are you turning into Arby's? I thought we just agreed to go eat pizza at the *^%#^%# party! :steam:
INTJ: I didn't suppose you really meant it. I forgot. Sorry. *crickets* We don't have time just get a sandwich then? They're only $1. The bank account it low, you know.
INFJ: We're late. For FREE food.
INTJ: Who's going to be there? Look, there's the new Honda! Did you know that sparrows have more bones in their necks than giraffes? Where are we going again? I'm hungry.