conversations in bed.

krasota: scritch! scritch! my head itches! comb!
explodingcat: I'm combing my feet.
krasota: MY HEAD!
explodingcat: I don't think you want me to comb your hair after I've combed my feet.
krasota: I won't get athlete's head.
explodingcat: My feet are like deep sea ocean vents. They're an alien landscape full of strange and diverse lifeforms.
krasota: Which are usually very delicate elsewhere and can't survive away from their home environment.
explodingcat *pregnant pause* *combs my hair with his feet*
explodingcat But they leave a nice sludge.
krasota: *silent ew*