"Jon, could you tell me what you think of my declamation?"
"Sure."
"..."
"It's great."
"I haven't gone yet."
"Yes, but I do know it's white with black on it. Like a dyslexic zebra sat on it. Or maybe it was an albino zebra who had been wandering through the desert when a lost writer who could only read and write backwards wrote your declamation on it who sat on what is now your declamation."
"Maybe."
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