I got back into bed, Tyler starts this one-sided conversation:
“The flat one over here. The dark flat one.”
*Pointing over to the left side of the ceiling, over my head.*
“He wanted more spikes. So they can have more stake (or maybe steak?) powers.”
*Clenches his fists in to classic muscle guy pose*
“You know what I’m talking about, My Friend.”
*Points straight ahead of him.
“You know.”