You know, if you desired for the joke to keep going, you could have created some ad-hoc exchange rate for balls. One humans ball is worth ten metal ones, one metal, ten stone, one stone, ten wood. But no, instead you stop in mid track and blame me for killing the joke when all I was attempting to do was add onto it in my own odd little way.
And now, because of this, I will dedicate this, the 21st day of my birth, to ensuring that every single joke, every last punchline, every lol you may have, is horribly and completely crushed by me. No matter what board you go to, I will follow, no matter how quickly the thread falls to page 10, I will be sure to ruin it in the most blatant and obvious way possible. May you know no humor, no amusement, only slow, simmering dissatisfaction, that someone decided to waste this, the 21st day of their birth, to make your day a little less fun.
Or, I will go to the liquor store when it opens and buy my first bottle of booze. Either or works really.
We love you Anon, just kidding.