Forrest and I went night skiing/snowboarding last night at Brighton and his little brothers, 17 and 15 years old, went with us. Here is one of the many conversations we had:
Brother 1: "Got any tissues?"
Me and Forrest: "No"
Brother 2: "Mine are in the trunk. Just use your sleeves"
B 1: "Well then, here we go!"
Everyone else: "NOOOO, WAIT!!!!!"
B 1: "It is done, the booger has been picked"
Forrest: "Just don't put it anywhere. Hold onto it"
B1: "Don't worry, I'm just gonna throw it out the window"
ME: (sigh of relief that I won't find a 17 year olds booger in my car.)
B 1: "Goodbye booger. I can't believe I just did that. Now a mad scientist has all my DNA to make a perfect clone of me. He is gonna come along and take my boogie and make a clone and it's gonna be the hottest clone ever. And when he asks the clone what his name is, he will say 'Sidhartha' (in a weird raspy voice). And I won't even know about it. Next thing you know, he will be treating Sidhartha like a slave and making him do all crazy things."
B 1 as the mad scientist: "Sidhartha, pour me a drink and fetch me my slippers"
"Sidhartha, shoot that 8 ball into the top left corner"
"Sidhartha, ....." and it just kept going. After every request, Sidhartha would always simply reply in a strange Egor voice "Yes master"
After this, all I could this was...wow, we need some tissues in our car.
