Me: Did I ever come up with an adequate threat?
Josh: nope. but you have between now and my finishing my update to come up with one
Me: don't make me sick Nick on you
Josh: heheh...not good enough
Me: fine...I'll sic Shreya on you
Josh: OK OK! ILL UPDATE! JUST PLEASE....NOOOO...ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!
Josh: *curls up into a fetal positon, and begins to shake and moan as he mumbles incoherently about shreya, last saturday, a cattle prod, and a box of stale cheetohs*
Me: lmao
Josh: ummm...you're not gonna, like...quote that...or anything...are you?
Me: hell yeah
Josh: garfabble!
Me: I wasn't thinking about it...but you just made me think about it. Go you.
Josh: DOUBLE GARFABBLE!