McKay: OW! You jammed my thumb!
Me: Well, that's what you get for blocking my kick, you jerk.
UPDATE: Once I was too tired to wrestle (it's really me trying to tickle McKay, and McKay wrestling to keep away from me since I'm usually not ticklish), I laid on the ground and played dead. McKay then walked around my corpse while cleaning up clutter, spouting a film noir-like soliloquy about how he would dispose of my body.
This is true love in action, guys.