Xed: You look like a rat pissed on your face and left you out to hang dry.
Me: ... That's... Gross Xed.
Xed: not done. When you were hanging, you managed to get a mouth full of mouldy lemon juice.
Me: ... Ew...
Xed: you made this god-awful whinge of a face and then the wind changed...
Me: you're putting way too much thought into this...
Xed: ... And now you're stuck that way.
Me: ...
Xed: ...
Me: Are you done?
Xed: Graveyard shifts suck and I fucking miss you.