Me: *cracks up*
Me: "You - for like half a second after you whipped off your shirts, you *posed*, with a flip of your hair -" *cracks up more*
Numath: "Did I vogue?"
Numath: "I didn't even know I was doing it!"
Me: "I know!" *giggles madly* "You did the full Superman!"
Numath: *chest out, shoulders back, hands on hips*
Numath: "You ever had sex with Superman before?"
Me: "No, but I *am* the goddamn Batman."
Me: "OH MY GAWD YOU CAN NEVER DO THAT DURING SEX OKAY"
Numath: "What if I get a pug? And he's in here while we're having sex and he goes BAAATMAAAAAN?"
Me: "OH NOES."
Numath: "We'd have to lock him out. But then he would still be going BAAATMAAAAN."
Me: "We'd have to train the Maine Coon to smack him down."
Numath: "Poor pug. He gets no respect."
Me: "We'd have to name him Rodney. Rodney the Batman Pug. Oh god."
This is like ten minutes of giggling at this point. Yes, both of us.