Me: Are you shooting poisonous darts at me? [He is putting his hand to his mouth and making a "pfffffft" sound, which means he has launched the dart. This has nothing to do with what we just watched, which takes place in boring olden-times London.]
HerrB: What if I was?
Me: That would make you my fourth brother, because my parents got them a fake dart shooter when they went to Peru when we were little, and they fake shot me for like three weeks, with un-poisoned darts, and I walked around wondering when I was going to drop dead. I can't say it was super fun...
Me: How many married couples do you think have fake-shot poison darts at each other? Because I'm thinking the number is really low.