No Longer Itching To Get Married

(I live with my sister and her fiancée, and the following ensues late at night:)

Sister: “My hand itches and I don’t know why.”

Sister’s Fiancée: “Oh, no! It’s itchy-hand-itis! Inflammation of the itchy hand!”

Sister: *flipping her fiancée off* “Oh, no, looks like my middle finger is now inflamed! I have middle finger-itis!”

Me: “[Sister], clearly some flesh eating bacteria has taken up residence in your hand.”

Sister: “You guys are a**holes.”

Sister’s Fiancée: *puts up her fourth finger* “Well, guess what? You’re an a**hole… forever!”