Pillow talk

Last night as we were about to go to sleep, Wayne readjusted one of his pillows, of which he has approximately seven thousand in various stages of caselessness. In the process of readjusting, he whacked me with it on the arm.

"Did you just attempt to initiate a pillow fight with me?" I asked.

"What? Did I hit you?"

He then hit me with the pillow again. In the face. With the zipper.

"Did you just attempt to initiate a zipper fight with me?"

"They call that The Stinger."