Backfire.

I just wanted some coffee...
Here are two emails between my brother and me this morning.

From me:

Dude. I had this really weird dream. We were in the Sussex house in my
bedroom, which was not my bedroom, but some sort of media room. The
ceiling was really high and there were shelves lining to walls full of
mostly magazines. We were trying to organize them but it was taking a
really long time. Additionally, I was nervous because there was a giant
python hanging on the wall. A frog jumped on it at one point and the
snake squeezed it and popped it like a tiny water-balloon (I'm not sure
where the frog came from, there was no real jungle-theme). I said
multiple times that we should get rid of the killer snake but you
seemed unconcerned. You ALSO kept very clumsily making us end up on the
floor by bumping into me. This was particularly annoying because the
snake was, at this point, slithering across the floor towards us and we
were helpless. HELPLESS!
It sucked. And you were a jerk. I think you owe me a coffee or
something.

From him:

I am still unconcerned about the snake - don't worry about it.

In my dream you cut off my arms and legs (bits of my legs anyway), so
the way I see it you owe me about 34 oz. of gold bullion, right? Huge mental
trauma...

If only all debts worked this way...

D'oh. I misjudged him. I guess he's not just a pretty face...