Seth: "Fifty-FOUR mile hike!"
Me: "OK, fifty-FOUR miles."
Seth: "I need someone to rub my back"
Sam: "There is no way I am touching your back."
Seth: "If you want to live, you will rub my back!"
Sam: ::contemplating his options as his life flashes before him::
Seth: "Actually, you haven't LIVED until you've rubbed my back!"