E: Are you going to be busy upstairs for a while?
Me: Probably, why?
E: I'm going to do one of those things that freaks you out if you see it.
Me: Like what - crack your neck?
E: I'm just going to....
Me: I don't want to know any more.
E: No no - it's nothing.
I go upstairs and revisit the entire conversation searching for something that would explain the excessive racket coming from downstairs. What is he doing? I can hear waaaaayyyy too much power tool noise and the occasional *crack* for it to be "nothing". Freaking E.