My wife: Those gray freaks are dancing in our tunnels again!!

Me:

Can we stop talking about the time I was bitten by a cave spider that was hiding under another dead cave spider and I got so mad that I ate one of the cave spiders? Nobody even asked about the cool zinc wand I found.

"Your big trampoline is a recipe for disaster," they said. "People will get hurt," they cried. My doubters know nothing about following one's heart.

Haha no I'm not still mad about the time you called my inventory "pathetic." What race are you, by the way?

We come from all walks of life, and we can't agree on a single damn thing — except how much we hate you! We are going to beat on you with cudgels when we find you!

Animosity between nations? Betrayal, hate, malice...? These concepts make for boorish conversation. We wish to continue floating in the sun.

My wife: You're locked up so tight; I wish you would open up for me. I don't want to be left out in the cold. And I notice a predator lurking at the edge of my torchlight.

Me: To obtain my key, solve my riddles thirty-three.

Don't give me that look. I'm comfortable with who I am.

Every day carry ->