*While I was on one of my many crusades against flies in the pet shop and me and my dad had one of our fun little verbal battles* "I will take that fly swatter from you and beat you to death with it. You're death will be slow and painful, and it will take a long while, but my arm will not give out before your life ebbs away. -My dad " *Me: laughing my ass off. Customers in store: Awkward silence.*