"Farm."
"Yep."
"Hey what's that, a chicken coop?"
"Where?"
"Full of feathery chickens?"
"Uh."
"All those ticklish feathers, swirling in the air?"
"Are you odd subthig?"
"Chickens that'll get slaughtered and served with lots and lots of pepper?"
"Hih... sud of a bitch."
"Spicy, dusty, drifting pepper?"
"EH-hehhh... I hate you."
"That tickles, and itches, and burns?"
"Hehh-HRR... RRRRRSHSHSH! ETCHGHK! AAAA-TCCHCHCHHHH!"
"Oh. Are you OK?"
"Where'd you put the dapkids?"
"If only we were in a motel, resting comfortably and doing research. We'd have kleenex."
"You're about to have a handful of snot down your neck."
"They're in my pocket."