Fuzzy Arms and Dope

Chris: [rolls over] Argh! [flops arm]
Me: Arm asleep?
C: Yeah. Finally. [flings arm toward head and pokes eye] Ow.
M: Finally? Did you want it to fall asleep?
C: Yeah, I've been waiting.
M: Why??
C: Because then it's someone else's arm putting the ammonia into the dope.
M: Dope?? Like drugs?!
C: No. The polymer dope. In the jar here. [points at nothing]
M: Oh, at work?
C: Yeah.
M: Why would you want your arm asleep for that?
C: Uh...
M: Wouldn't that be dangerous?
C: Um...yeah.

Picture Update!

So, a while back, Chris and I had a conversation about bald eagles. This past weekend, we took a trip to Myrtle Beach and I captured some evidence of Chris's craziness:
It seems he prefers endangered species to the steakhouse right behind him. Tsk tsk.

Big Scary World

Chris: You don't have to make it as big as it is.
Me: As what?
C: It.
M: What is "it"?
C: Everything.
M: The world?
C: Yeah.
M: You don't like that the world is big?
C: No.
M: Why not?
C: It [mumble mumble mumble]...