my looming spinster earhorn...

sister: you owe me an apple cake.
me: why? what are you talking about? i owe you no such thing.
sister: yes. i'm catching cold and you gave it to me.
me: so.
sister: so you owe me and you're going to pay one way or another. either in your cake or your skin (garbled).
me: what?! my semen?!
sister: (doubled, laughing) yes, your priceless, priceless she-semen. skin, you dufus! i said skin!
me: good because i'm fresh out of that other.

and i am too. thankfully.