"I bet I could find a good stink bomb formula for you to use in a prank sometime." He thought about it for another couple seconds, and then shrugged. "Maybe my sister Lilah would help. You know. For the next time you want to fuck with someone." He shrugged his good shoulder and pondered asking Lilah for some for his own use. Snapping back to attention at the comment about people needing better senses of humor, he nodded and chuckled. "Or any at all, in some cases."
True enough. Brandon didn't usually complain about shit—he was all about taking action to fix his problems instead—but when he did, he usually had good reasons. "True enough. I try not to, but when I do, it seems to all come out at the same time." Another snorted laugh.
"Everyone has off days, I guess," Brandon said nonchalantly. "I'm sure we'll be right back on pace and making fun of everything in sight tomorrow." Totally feeding off of each other, like they always did. He couldn't help but smile a little bit at that thought.
"Well, if you really want to," he said, hoping to have called her bluff, and not have her actually walk off and abandon their semi-plans. "But I'd rather have you here."
Looking at her semi-doubtingly, as he wasn't sure he believed that she hadn't heard of the game, he chuckled softly. "Yeah, man. You start off saying the word 'penis' really quietly, and go back and forth, getting louder every time, until eventually someone ends up having to shout it." He smirked. "Funnier when you're playing it in a room full of super conservative Christians at a church. I've done that before."