me: you want…you like…boulder thingies too. you just really embrace boulders of all sorts more than anything.
friend: what do you mean?
me: well whenever there’s something man-made you want it to be like a mine or for transporting, it’s always like a farm.
friend: and where did you get these ideas from?
me: i’m just remarking on your predilections.
friend: like what?
me: in your habits.
friend: you’re very observant.
me: mm-hmm.
Me: You’re just saying that because you don’t know how great an idea it is.
Friend: What idea?
Me: Ugh..getting in some kind of vehicle and going to some place and hopping off the edge of a cliff…within reason…
Me: *after pause* …is that cool?
Friend: No.
Me: Ugh…
Me: Like wheelies with a chariot…
Me: Do you know how hard it is to do wheelies with a chariot?
Friend: I imagine it’s pretty hard.
Me: Yeah!
I talk in my sleep. A lot.
Me: Ah, yes. Someone entitled me this cannon.
Friend: A cannon?
Me: Yup.
Friend: What are you gonna do with it?
Me: ka-poom! See? I got a cannon.
Friend: Ah yes, you do have a cannon.
Me: P-kshwwww I’m gonna shoot you with cannon balls.
Friend: Don’t shoot me with cannon balls.
Me: Mm-hmm. Gonna squish you.