Small Wounds.

The problem with small wounds is that, in general, they're easy to ignore. But every once in a while, you'll get a little nick or scratch that's /directly/ over some sensitive place, and it'll keep reminding you of its existence. Me, being who I am, can't resist poking at such wounds. And then the conversation goes like this.

Me: Huh. What's that?
*poke*
Wound: throb (*translation: "Stop that. It hurts.")
Me: Oh. Yeah, I guess so.
*twenty minutes pass*
Me: Wonder if that thing still hurts.
*poke*
Wound: throbthrob (*translation: "WTF, lady? Leave me be!")
Me: Oh, my bad.
*time passes*
*poke*
Wound: THROBTHROBTHROB... (*translation: "YOU GON AN' MADE ME MAD, HONEYCHILE! EAT PAIN!")
Me: AUGH! What the fuck?
Wound: THROBTHROBTHROB... (*translation: "SUCK IT! SUCK! IT!")
Me: You're tiny! How can you hurt this much??
Wound: THROB (*translation: "Because you KEPT POKING ME!")
Me: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll stop!
Wound: ...throb... (*translation: "Fine. I'll forgive you this time.")
Me: Whew.

*...poke*

Wound: AUUUUUUGHH!