BTW, my sister is insane. Brilliant maybe, insane most definitely. Pseudo-existential, my ass!

Oh, that was just John experimenting with owning his owner's owner. And then his owner's owner's owner. And then giving them both to his owner. Who he owned. It all makes sense, see? (This reads like Descartes talking about how to be in the being of being) Practically existential. Don't you feel better, knowing you were given a part in pseudo-existential inanity?

You know, I was just going to gift her to you. After all, I'm not my sister's keeper.

It's a Cold War of Human Pettery, apparently.