Me: Don't shoot me.
Dumbass: Don't worry, I'm aiming at the box.
Me: I don't give a fuck what you're aiming at. Don't shoot me.
He comes over with the box and shows me the holes he made with the arrows.
Dumbass: See, they're all close together!
Me: Very impressive. Don't shoot me.
Dumbass: Yeah, I guess I shouldn't practice in the back yard.
Me: Good call.
He retreats into his house.