Me: I would like to listen to a bedtime story with motorcycles, angels, skateboards, tattoos, cigarettes, a flannel, some skeletons, and a cat.

Steve Rogers: ah – okay, just this once. Once upon a time there was an angel covered in tattoos wearing a flannel smoking a cigarette riding a motorcycle. With a skateboard. And their cat. The cat had bones.

Me: and then what happened?

Steve: oh, that’s it. that’s the entire bedtime story.

Me: well don’t they – I don’t know, go on adventures or something?

Steve: who said anything about an adventure? you totally failed to specify anything about any adventures.

Me: *nonverbally wheezing with much indignant disbelief*

Steve: Now you’re getting demanding about your bedtime stories.

Me: good god Steve, you’re terrible at this

Steve: goodnight, I love you too

Me: okay, fine. I’ll suppose I’ll just have to write the damned thing myself