The following is an actual conversation that took place between Brendan's left arm (Lefty) and his right arm (Righto) at approximately 4:22 AM this morning:

Lefty: YEEEEEEOOOWWWWW!!!!
Righto: I hear you barking, big dog.
Lefty: What the hell is going on? I feel horrible.
Righto: Yeah, me too. Apparently, this big bastard finally decided that it was time to get into shape.
Lefty: What?
Righto: Yup. He started lifting weights.
Lefty: Weights? Like heavy weights?
Righto: They ain't light.
Lefty: But... why would he do a stupid thing like that?
Righto: I don't know.
Lefty: We've had an unspoken agreement going all this time.
Righto: It's been decades.
Lefty: He didn't bother us and we didn't bother him.
Righto: Yeah, it was great. I guess the days of complete and untter inaction are over.
Lefty: I had a nice little atrophy planned.
Righto: I know you did, buddy. That was going to be good. Oh well.
Lefty: Don't "oh well" me. What are we supposed to do?
Righto: We could always jerk off.
Lefty: That's your solution to everything.
Righto: I know. I've got a problem.
Lefty: And what am I supposed to do while you're at it? That's more your department.
Righto: Well... there's no point us being awake while he's sleeping.
Lefty: That's a good idea. Let's wake this son of a bitch up.
Righto: 1... 2... 3...
Lefty& Righto: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!