The Hamate is a small, hook-shaped carpal bone of the wrist

I was trying to avoid texting someone so I planned on lying about going skiing or something of the sort:
C: I'll back you up... You're skiing and I'm snowboarding.
M: Well by saying skiing, I always mean snowboarding. It's my thing.
C: Actually it's my thing... Whoa, did you see that 360 jump I just did?
M: Nice did you see my back flip??!?
C: Sliding down the hill on your back doesn't exactly count as a back flip...
M: I think it does. Hey, uh, I think I just broke my hamate. We should probably go take a hot chocolate break.
C: HeheheheheHEHE the kind with the baby marshmallows in it??!?!?!?!
M: What other kind is there???!?!?!????!?! Gross kind, that's what!!!!!
C: Hehehehehe I'm soooo excited!! Let's go! But wait... What if someone texts you?? Oh my goodness!! I think you lost your amazing phone in the snow!!!
At the time I had a car-phone. Looked like a toy car. Praiseworthy...
M: You're right!! We have to go down the hill again! Quick! Before it drives itself away!!!
C: Ahhh! No! You were supposed to put it in park!
M: I know, I forgot! It was in the extra-speedy gear!
C: Dang it Maddie! How many times do I have to tell you?!!
Yeah... That's where we ended that...