Meet my good friend Blake. He's a very cool person, but it sure as Hell takes a long time to fully understand what I mean.
So, I was trying to conjure a sort of subatomic particle that could venture into the blood vessels and prevent clotting by emitting weak, yet heated waves of radioactive energy.
Yea?
He has this nasty habit of going "yea?" after everything, like I'm just rambling or something. How the fuck do you answer "yea?" anyway???
NO, BLAKE! I WAS SPANKING MYSELF WITH A RAZOR! Geez, I TOLD you not to go "Yea?" to me!
Yea?
This is me after he pulls it off more than once in one day.
DAMMIT BLAKE!!! DON'T MAKE ME SLAP YOU WITH MY SCROTUM!!!
