Fear his dread hacking cough!
Jan. 13th, 2008 07:37 amFrom a conversation with the roommate after I got home from work this morning:
B: I'll call you Stumpy.
Me: *mouthful of ham* Mrrph?
B: Because of your feet falling off.
Me: You just say that because you'll finally be taller.
B: Yep. Because you'll be in a wheelchair and we'll have to move to the ground floor.
Me: Except I'll get peg legs.
B: Good then we won't have to move.
Me: 16" pegs. So I'll still be taller.
B: Hey!
Me: Not that you'll be better Cybo!
B: Cybo?
Me: Cybo, the Cancer-Borg! You'll have a gigantic Iron Lung you lug around like armor. Big ol' fashioned rebreather things on your shoulders. Going all whomp whomp whomp whomp.
B: That could be cool. I could fight crime with my giant Iron Lung limbs.
Me: Yeah, I think even I could dodge those. *whiff whiff* Ok, all tired now. Hold on.
B: Heh. Don't commit any more crimes until I catch my breath...
B: I'll call you Stumpy.
Me: *mouthful of ham* Mrrph?
B: Because of your feet falling off.
Me: You just say that because you'll finally be taller.
B: Yep. Because you'll be in a wheelchair and we'll have to move to the ground floor.
Me: Except I'll get peg legs.
B: Good then we won't have to move.
Me: 16" pegs. So I'll still be taller.
B: Hey!
Me: Not that you'll be better Cybo!
B: Cybo?
Me: Cybo, the Cancer-Borg! You'll have a gigantic Iron Lung you lug around like armor. Big ol' fashioned rebreather things on your shoulders. Going all whomp whomp whomp whomp.
B: That could be cool. I could fight crime with my giant Iron Lung limbs.
Me: Yeah, I think even I could dodge those. *whiff whiff* Ok, all tired now. Hold on.
B: Heh. Don't commit any more crimes until I catch my breath...