Watching tv. B changes the channel to wrestling. I sigh loudly.
"No. This is Brett Hart. BlahblahblahMontrealScrewJob."
"*even louder sigh*"
"NO! I AM NOT TURNING THE CHANNEL. This is where I draw the line. This is legend."
"*loudest sigh yet*"
"If I miss something huge, we're through." (he changes the channel)
"Our entire relationship, spanning a full decade now, has been in anticipation of this exact moment, when I can force you to change the channel on grown men with mullets wearing spandex for funsies. *stands up and bows elaborately* I bid you adieu."
Cue the throw pillow to my face.