It’s fairly well known to our community of friends that I’m frequently the one picking on Mike: Convincing him to eat wax fruit, dog food, soap, etc.
Despite this fact, I often joke that Mike is antagonizing me, that he’s the antagonist.
Yesterday, when I was poking Mike, I said, “I’ll get you my pretty,” and followed it with an evil laugh.
He goes, “See. I told you that you were the villain.”
Hmmm … touché.
