"Well," Brian exclaimed sarcastically, "that was brilliant."

Across the room, A Fool looked up from soldering his delicate circuitry. "What?"

Brian shoved his thumb under A Fool's nose. "I just stabbed myself with a tack!" A Fool wheeled his chair back slightly, and offered, "Would you like a bandage?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "If I wanted a bandage, I would have gotten one!" He barked a laugh. "Of course I want one!"

A Fool raised his eyebrows and sat down at his desk again. "Was that sarcastic?"

"No, I just like contradicting myself!" Brian cried.

"May I assume that was sarcasm?" A Fool asked.

"You may."

A Fool picked up his soldering iron again and rummaged through a bin of transistors. "What were you doing that you so recklessly pricked yourself?" He mashed a microcontroller onto the circuit.

"I was trying to tack this diagram to your cork-board," Brian explained, unrolling a blueprint and holding it open for A Fool's examination.

"Ah, I didn't know you designed spacecraft!" A Fool exclaimed, hastily evaluating the blueprint as Brian again tried to tack it to the board.

"Nah, it's a toaster," Brian barked, not even turning to look at him. Then, for A Fool's benefit, he explained, "That was sarcasm."

"You don't say!" A Fool cried, tossing his circuit aside. "Believe it or not, I'm quite fluent in sarcasm myself."

Brian was content simply to glare at A Fool, who sighed. A Fool picked up his tools again and began to repair the damage he'd done when he threw the circuit. "So it's a spacecraft. What on earth do you need a spacecraft for?"

"Was that a pun?" Brian asked as he stuck the last tack in the board.

A Fool pondered what he said for a moment. "I suppose it must have been, but it wasn't intentional. Nevertheless, my question stands."

"Obviously I just wanted to design a spacecraft," Brian snorted, spinning around. "It was purely a mental exercise. Just kidding. NOT."

"Right-o, now I'm legitimately confused," A Fool declared. "Was that sarcastic or not sarcastic?"

"I'm sorry. Did my tone not make that clear?"

"Frankly, yes, but it was how you phrased it," A Fool snapped as he got up to search his shelves for a component he needed.

Brian sighed, and sat down in a cheap chair in front of A Fool's desk. "It is a spacecraft. I want to go to space. Is that good enough?"

A Fool sat back down with a fancy device Brian, even with his passable technical knowledge, could not identify. "I guess it will have to do. So why are you tacking it to my board?" A Fool asked without even glancing up at Brian.

"For decoration. Duh. Actually I was thinking you might be able to use your workshop."

A Fool almost agreed. "Well, you've been so kind to me that it would be amazing if I refused." His triumph was short lived, because it became quite obvious that Brian took this as a complement.

"Any time, my friend," said Brian. "Can I use the third warehouse for construction?"

A Fool pondered a bit, and decided he would really rather avoid tension with his sarcastic friend. "No, the government would slightly execute me if I showed you what's in warehouse three. You can take the fifth."

Brian's face lit up. "Great!" he exclaimed, and stood up. "I'll go set up the space. By the way, do you know anywhere I can get a whole lot of non-conductive plastics?"

A Fool recommended a company that frequented (and mentioned that they might be interested to know that A Fool referred them).

"One last thing," Brian inquired as he opened the door on his way out. "What is that thing you've been working on?"

"You'll see," A Fool assured him.