Moo On, Chicken Boy
To set the scene: Jeff and I were sitting in the same room, doing homework. Yet we still spoke to each other via Instant Messaging. You see, we were - and remain - silly. It all starts when Jeff IMs me.
Jeff: This is God.
Jeff: Stop reading that article RIGHT NOW
Ben: God, you have a lab report to do.
Jeff: I just finished it, you unworthy peon
Jeff: Don't make me smite you
Ben: Hmmmm, "God is love" must have been mistranslated. It should have been "God should shut the hell up."
Jeff: That Aramaic can be a bitch sometimes
[I throw silly putty at Jeff, presumably to get him to stop distracting me.]
Jeff: HA! God catches your silly-putty attack!
Ben: You only THINK it's silly putty.
Jeff: But I'm God...and if I think it's silly putty it is...
Jeff: So, I think you're a blue chicken
Jeff: Yeah, that's right. Moo on, chicken boy.