Me: psssshhhhhh a;lskkdkkf kkkkkkk kaskdkkkkkk ksksksksksk *random noises*
Bjorn: What's going on?
Me: That was the sound of my brain breaking.
Me: No, I'm so serious. There are too many thoughts and feelings trying to go through the processor in my brain and it's over-heating! It's probably going to explode!
Wait, it's actually more like spongebob. Have you seen the episode that's inside his brain and there's all the mini spongebobs setting fire to his brain-files?
Bjorn: Yeah I've seen that one.
Me: That's what my brain is like right now. It's fried!
Bjorn: Aww. You're brain's like a scrambled egg.
Me: Exactly and that's why Hannibal Lecter is going to come cut off the top of my head and make me taste my own brain like in the movie- because my brains already half cooked. It's less work for him.
Bjorn: Hannibal is not going to make you eat your brain.
Me: Well... if he came I would have no way to fight him off, because my brain is scrambled and I don't have any weapons.
Bjorn: No, I would protect you!
Me: Well sure, but you're not here! So he'd cut my head open. That's why I need weapons. To fight off Hannibal.Well and to fight the zombies in the apocalypse of course.