In the middle of the night...

So, I work nights at a hospital. And sometimes I don't get very much sleep. That particular combination can leave me very...well... slap happy. And sometimes we have very strange conversations. Like the one with the conclusion: "So, if you feed a duck a pigeon.... it will explode??" Yep. Good times. Sometimes we make bets. Like 'if one of those 10 units types little c big E negative (transfusion jargon), then I will buy you dinner. If not, then you'll buy me dinner'. That was a dumb bet (which I didn't think through very well), but it was fun. And we do always have fun. Here's what we just did:

Yup, good times. And in case you didn't catch Bryant's comment, there was a candy bar on the line for the winner. We thought it was reason enough at the time. Bryant may be regretting that decision.