Socrates: Hello Ozzy.

Ozzy: Hello Socrates.

Socrates: What are you doing there?

Ozzy: Eating a danish.

Socrates: Quite so. You chew in the most emphatic manner
possible. There is a crumb on your lip.

Ozzy: Excellent point, Socrates.

Socrates: Unquestionably. May I have a bite?

Ozzy: Certainly.

(Chewing noises)

Socrates: This is great.

Ozzy: Agreed. Yet, I cannot help fancying a draught of milk.

Socrates: Milk, at your age-- that is the very height of
absurdity. By the way. Do you have a napkin?

Ozzy: No. I just use my tunic.

Socrates: That is obvious.

Ozzy: You are making fun of my dress, Socrates.

Socrates: Very true. But let us be going. I think I
would like a muffin.


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