Me. Where have you been?
Box. I can't tell you?
Me. Why not?
Box. Cos if I told you I'd have to kill you?
Me. Charming, after all the care I've given you, feeding you paper, bottles and cans and this is the way you treat me!
Box. Sorry that is the code of the black box, we digest all your rubbish then your never sure where we go with it. Does it go to landfill or for recycling!!!!
Me. Hrmph, then maybe I shall starve you?
Box. Then you will feel guilty for not doing your bit!
Me. I will take it myself!
Box. Adding to your already large carbon footprint.
Me. I see you've got me over a 'blackbox'!
Box. Thats the way I like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!