I don't know, should you be creating weapons?

My Max has the flu.  It hasn't been diagnosed to be of the piggy variety at this point, but he's on bed rest for at least three days.

Last night he woke up in a panic and tried to mumble something to me with serious urgency in his voice.  I couldn't understand him for a few times in a row, and then he paused, collected himself and said

"Under the circumstances, do you think I should be creating weapons?"

I tried not to giggle at him in his Tylenol PM induced slumber, but it was hard.