How Inappropriate?
Bransby: Why do I have to go first?
Jovian: What? Sorry I was just listening to Vampire Weekend on my mp4. It's making my ears moist.
Bran: So you've finally learned how to work that then, have you? Or are you still listening to Ecoutez avec Charles, over and over again?
Jovian: Don't bring that up. Charles was a good man, and thorough.
Bran: You really need to shut up now Jove. Can you just sum up this website in a sentence and let me get on with my matchstick reproduction of the Grand National.
Jovian: Which year?
Bran: 1994. You equestrian philistine.
Jovian: Of course. How inappropriate is all about ripping the band-aid off the open wound of humour and exposing the hideous, gaping, pus-filled gash of modern life beneath.
Bran: Shut up you fucking twat.
Jovian: Yeah, this website is taking self-medication to the next level, it's administering CPR to heavy hearts, it's sticking satirical needles into the sick man of comedy's pulsating veins, it's taking your wasted partner into a dark room and flagellating her 'til she cries out in pain: how inappropriate!
Bran: ...
Jovian: What? What did I say?
Bran: <walks away, slowly>
Jovian: Come back you beardy cock! I'm not done with this metaphor. I'm the surgeon, you're the nurse! Aaaaiiggghhh!!
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