Bad Shrimp, Bad!

Yep. Bad shrimp. Yeesh. Anyway, here's a conversation. Names have been left out to protect the guilty. And the innocent.

One of us: I think that shrimp was bad. I don't feel so good.
The Other: That's too bad, honey. I'm sorry you feel bad.

Two minutes later.

One of us: Yeah, I'm definitely feeling not so good.
The Other: Why don't you take something for it?

A minute and a half later.

One of us: Groan.

Three minutes later.

One of us: More groaning.

One minute later.

One of us: Groaning, somewhat louder. Getting angry at the bad shrimp.
The Other: Ummm. . . How many more times are you going to do that?
One of us: Groaning. Five. Five more times. And I'm going to spread them out so you least expect it. And I'm going to wait until you're almost asleep and then groan. I might even call you on your cell phone and leave you a groan in your voice mail. Or text you. Texting doesn't count, though because it's not audible. I can text groans to you as much as I want. Realizes anger is being directed at wrong subject.
The Other: OK, then.