Conversation #19 – Fair trade

In which insults are traded and Greg is lumbered with the moral high ground

Greg says:

Oi

The Mona Kenny says:

Oi what?

Greg says:

Oi you!

The Mona Kenny says:

Idiot

Greg says:

twerp

The Mona Kenny says:

cretin

Greg says:

Darn fool

The Mona Kenny says:

remnant

Greg says:

Louse farmer

Greg says:

Remnant?

The Mona Kenny says:

revenant

Greg says:

That would make more sense

The Mona Kenny says:

Than louse farmer?

Greg says:

than remnant

The Mona Kenny says:

I didn’t say of what

Greg says:

lack of correct qualification doesn’t justify the rubbish you spout

The Mona Kenny says:

Its better.. leaves the insult open

Greg says:

To criticism?

The Mona Kenny says:

imagination. Nothing as scary as the dark

Greg says:

it isn’t dark

The Mona Kenny says:

Damn.

Greg says:

Also I am unimaginative, prosaic, and close-minded

The Mona Kenny says:

true

Greg says:

you, however, are a remnant

The Mona Kenny says:

and cursed with imagination

Greg says:

kind of a backhanded compliment really

The Mona Kenny says:

But you didn’t say of what

Greg says:

No. but it implies I think you are creative enough to fill in the gaps

The Mona Kenny says:

But I am

Greg says:

You’re really not

The Mona Kenny says:

I fill in gaps like a master gapsmith

Greg says:

Ill educated too. Smiths make stuff. Gapsmiths create gaps

The Mona Kenny says:

Silversmiths make stuff from silver, goldsmiths from gold. Gapsmiths raw material is gaps.

Greg says:

Gunsmiths make guns.

The Mona Kenny says:

Exception to prove the rule

Greg says:

Blacksmiths don’t make stuff from black

The Mona Kenny says:

Actually they make stuff from black metal the counterpoint being whitesmiths that make stuff from white metal

Greg says:

Are you wikipeding or something?

The Mona Kenny says:

No. I just knew that

Greg says:

Perhaps you’d like to explain what white and black metal is

The Mona Kenny says:

no

Greg says:

No?

The Mona Kenny says:

no.

Greg says:

In that case I will claim the moral high ground in this argument

The Mona Kenny says:

Keep it - its rubbish

Greg says:

I dunno. Its picturesque enough

The Mona Kenny says:

Its lonely and windy and smells kind of funny

Greg says:

Least there aren’t any flies

The Mona Kenny says:

Aren’t any bars either

Greg says:

None?

The Mona Kenny says:

Absolutely. Fear I’ve gotta get back to work

Greg says:

Ta-ra then