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Because seven "ate" nine!
This comment is an example of a series of words that may be assigned comedic value in our society. One of the many layers of this "joke" is the personification of numbers, as, of course, numbers cannot have feelings and being afraid of another number is a specifically human feeling that we know that numbers cannot have. The "punchline" of this "play on words" is that the number "eight" and "ate" are homonyms so even though the two different words are spelled differently and have different meanings, they are pronounced in the same way, which may classify this joke as a "play on words" or a "pun". This brings us back to the original inquiry, which asked the recipient why six was afraid of seven; now that the punchline has specified that the number seven has consumed the number nine this may lead the number six to believe that seven will eat any number, giving the number six a feeling of uncertainty towards seven.
Because 7 loved 6. But unbeknownst to 7, 6 had triskaidekaphobia and was nonplussed by the possibility that their union, resulting in the sum of their two parts, would produce an addition to the equation that would inevitably render the two lovers forever divided.
Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can seldom close his eyes without opening them again at fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could ever see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into that village and... oh, Jesus. The memories seldom left him, either. Sometimes he'd reminisce - even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes like nothing else. He always kept a pack of Lucky's with him. The boys are gone, now. He knows that; it's just that he forgets, sometimes. And, every now and then, the way that seven looks at him with avid concern in his eyes... it makes him think. Sets him on edge. Makes him feel like he's back there... in the jungle.
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