BigBro: I am rubber you’re glue, bounces off me and sticks to you.
Me: Yeah well, there’s a force field around the glue! (or it is then scraped off, concentrated, and sprayed on you in a mist form that settles on the rubber with no danger of bouncing back)
BigBro: impossible, that’s like a fish saying he is protected by the sky
Me: and is the sky not doing a good job? I mean, when’s the last time you saw a fish get hit with a meteor anyway?
BigBro: but the fish ends up in my plate, so the sky failed
Me: yeah, but then you could choke on a fishbone
BigBro: i always de-bone the fish
Me: alright alright, so there are no bones.
BigBro: and fish stick are not just yummy, but make good play swords and projectiles
That they do sir, that they do.