My friend was talking about how sick she was and I said this:

Me: At least your not bleeding out of a magical wound you can't cure, while being forced to save the world with a anti-terrorist intelligence colonel, a girl who smells math (and has a brain grape), a Australian thief, and an art historian with a southern accent.

Friend: ...

Me: At least your not stuck inside a labyrinth under a modern cooperation in Boston that's sending its interns into it to be sacrificed.

Friend: o.o

Me: At least your not with Santa who can't keep his incarnations straight and was shot with a mistletoe dart gun.

Friend: ?

Me: At least your not searching for something you can't touch and need to destroy it and a really sweet girl is now a hopefully serial killer.

Friend: I worry about your mind.