SCENE: A Bar With Two Drunks
DRUNKEN TOM: You know what I think Percy? I think that ((INSERT SWEEPING STATEMENT OF ULTIMATE REALITY HERE)).
DRUNKEN PERCY: You sir, are a warehouse of bullshit. You know why? Here’s why ((INSERT ULTIMATE NEGATION WITH FACTS AND REASON)).
DRUNKEN TOM: Okay. I get that. So what?”
DRUNKEN PERCY: “So what? SO WHAT? Are you fucking kidding me? ((INSERT POWERFUL UNDENIABLE “THAT’S WHAT” IN RESPONSE TO THE “SO WHAT” HERE))
DRUNKEN TOM: “Wow. That was good. Really. Most people can’t follow that. Especially in our s-s-s-state. So, anyway, in response to your ‘That’s what’ I want to ask you something.”
DRUNKEN PERCY: “Shoot.”
DRUNKEN TOM: “So what?”
DRUNKEN PERCY: “Fuck if I know.”
DRUNKEN TOM: “See. THAT’S what.”
DRUNKEN PERCY: “Wow. You’re right.”