Sure, blame me and Bob for burning the house down just because we were using bottle rockets indoors. It was harmless fun. You and Jay were the ones playing with a propane tank, road flare, gorilla glue, pizza sauce, and plutonium while watching the Wizard of Oz, listening to the Dark Side of the Moon, and eating cheetos. The blueprints looked kind of cool but what were you trying to invent anyhow? Anyway, it wasn’t our fault that you put your concoction right where our rocket needed to land.

"Um, we were playing with a smoke machine we found. Yeah, that's it. A Smoke Machine. And then we got a little hungry so we ate a bunch of Cheetos. We were about to watch Wizard Of Oz while listening to Dark Side Of The Moon to see if they match up, but then the house caught on fire. But then again, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you. It wouldn't have anything to do with the bottle rockets you were firing off in the living room, would it?"

Yeah, but I had no idea that he was such an intellectual person. I learned so much about the matters of life though the human genome. It’s too bad that the room got fulled with so much smoke. By the way, what were you and Jay doing during all this?