Me: no.*click* Ug-uh.*click* HELL NO!*click* Nothing good is on. Huh? What's going on over there?
Wolf: OK! A LITTLE TO THE LEFT! A LITTLE MORE! KEEP GOING! OK STOP!
Pearsone: WHAT?! WE JUST DID A THREE SIXTY!
Wolf: I couldn't decide wich way to point it. Moving on. Wait until I'm ready.
8 min. later. OK I'M READY! Shott me out of this Navel Battle Ship cannon.
Pearsone: OK! 3 2 1 FIRE! *Cannon fires* Were'd he go? There he is, he seems kinda small.
Wolf: HERE I AM!.
P: AHH! I thought you were in the cannon.
W:I was but then I decided to put your son in it.
P: WHAT!
W: Ya. Ok were in Cali, so he should be half way through the Sierra Nevada Mts.
P: YOU BASTARD! DON'T WORRY JHONNY, DADDY'S COMING!*takes off*
W:*snickers*
ME: That wasn't his son was it?
W: No it was a dummy.
ME: Ah.
W: With a compressed pluton bomb inside.
ME: You Fool! You'll kill is all!
W: Wait this is the pluton bomb, guess I forgot to put it in.
Me: UH-oh.
*explosion*
I'll see you in hell Wolf.