Gassing, Not Guessing

(I’m trying to sleep, and my boyfriend is randomly talking to me about chemistry, which I suck at.)

Boyfriend: “We’re learning the noble gases right now.”

(He proceeds to tell me about them.)

Me: “Mhm, that’s nice.”

Boyfriend: “Hey! You’re not listening to me!”

Me: “Am too.”

Boyfriend: “Then what did I just say?”

Me: “Superman, Boring, Scientology, Color, Pokémon, Squeaky, Radio. Royalty doesn’t breed with outsiders.”

Boyfriend: “Wait! What did you just say?”

Me: “Krypton, Boron, Xenon, Neon, Argon, Helium, Radon. And noble gases don’t mix with other gases. They’re odorless and colorless.”

Boyfriend: “Aw! You were paying attention! In your own screwed up way.”