"You're nuts, man"
"Dude, it has to be so simple! Look: mass can be transformed into energy, right?"
"Mm-hm."
"If you could only regulate how much mass you're transforming into energy, you could just shoot energy bolts from your fingers just using your fingernails!"
"You're crazy. How do you think you'll turn your pinkie's nail into energy? Plug it into a socket?"
"Meditation."
"Oh, of COURSE. How BLIND i have been."
"How do you think those Indian guys sleep on those pins? I bet they turn their back hair into an energy cushion or something."
"Yeah, yeah, WHATever. Listen, let's just go over to Lisa's and get blasted."
"This is gonna work man, i swear."
"Wha? Who?"
"It's me, man!! I think i got it!"
"It's fuckin' THREE IN THE MORNING. Shove your energy-bolts up yer arse."
"Get over here!"
"Fine, fine, whatever. Laughing at you will be consolation enough for not getting sleep."
"Fine. Do your thing."
He closes his eyes, starts humming. His forehead knits. Suddenly he opens his eyes, utters an earpiercing scream, points his finger at the open window. A blazing bolt of energy protrudes from his arm, leaping into the air.
When the air clears, there is a scream of horror as he realizes his forearm is gone.
"*chuckle* You dolt. Hope you've had fun, dragging me out of bed for this."