ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY THREE

"you want me to do what?" he screeches like a cat that has just been run over

"you have a talent, take a video making that sound and you will see how much fame that will land you." l tell him and he rolls his eyes at my words knowing very well that l am mocking him. There is some truth to my words because these days if you post anything online, it can even be a video of you farting you can be guaranteed internet fame 

"haha, aren't you a funny one. Did you wake up and drink you comedian tablets?" he mutters sarcastically

"who is the funny one now?"

"getting back to the topic at hand, you want me to do what?" he asks for the second time and l am beginning to worry that he might have a hearing problem