“Fifty percent.”
“What? You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. It’s true.”
“That’s really odd,” I mumbled.”
“No it isn’t,” he corrected. “It’s even.”
“What’s even?”
“Both things,”
“Huh?” I asked. “What two things?”
“The odds are even at 50-50 and the percentage number is 50, which is also an even number.”
“How do you know all this?
“I’m good at odds because I am odd.”
“Why are you odd?
“There’s only one of me.”
“Oh.”