Chris: (speaking of dreams, I dreamt last night I was at bsc and you let loose hundreds of butterflies in the cafeteria)
Chris: (you need to stop doing that)
me: that would be cool if I did
Chris: that it would.
Chris: there were evil butterflies though
me: soul-eating ones? Or mere okypetes?
Chris: the kind that frittle frittle frittle into your ears and hair