Scott: what did you do?
Ed: nothing
Scott: Doh!
Ed: what did you do?
Scott: you tell me first
Ed: no you tell me first
Scott: no you tell me first....(repeat as necessary)
Ed: ok, I picked a scab on my leg and am losing blood by the quart.
Scott: ok, I almost at the cookies that were the present for the dog. The heart shaped ones looked yummy, but then I saw the dog bone shaped ones
Ed: yours is worse
Scott: yours is worse (repeat as necessary)