Yesterday I was waiting for the train and there was a disturbing family on the platform next to me. The dad was fat, with bigger-than-Elvis' sideburns and a hoop earing in his nose. The mom was also kinda odd looking, and the kid just looked like a dork. And then, this conversation happened:

Dad: We should get a disco ball.
Kid: Yay! Disco ball!
Mom: We're not getting a disco ball.
Dad: C'mon, it'll be great. To kid. What do you think?
Kid: Yeah! Disco ball!
Dad: See? Two to one! We're getting the disco ball.
Kid: Two to one! Disco ball!
Mom: We're not getting a disco ball!
Kid: We're getting a disco ball! And it's going in my room!
Dad: No, it's going in the livingroom.
Mom: We're not getting a disco ball.
Dad: And y'know, if we got a disco ball, we'd have to get a light-up dance floor.
Kid: Yay!
Dad: Wouldn't that be fun!?
Kid: Two to one! Light-up dance floor!
Mom: We're not getting a light-up dance floor.

Do you think that if the mom could bribe the kid into voting that they kill the dad, that whole "two to one" thing could hold up in court? "But your honor, they had majority"