Are you for real?

"Hey I think you should stop that, you'll stain my baby with your crappy bike." He said.
What! Oh I'm so sorry bikey, I'll make it up to you. I told my bike with my brain. I know am talking stupid stuff right now but I still believe in telepathy and those supernatural compulsion.
"Well bikey let's show him what we gat..." I said and gave him our best shot. He coughed a bit and stopped,then I gave him the maximum best better shot we gat then real coughing started...
I continued to pump him my black bad gas then he got out of his Lamborghini murcielargo,coughing badly, head red like a tomato and did what I was expecting and waiting for: He fell down on his knees.