"Oh my god..." (coughs)
"You alright?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh my god! Are you MC Frontalot?"
"Wait a minute, wait wait...aren't *you* MC Frontalot?"
"Wow...it's almost as if I have no friends to record with 
yet persist in creating a dialog hoping that stereo 
separation, uh, will mask my inadequacies."
"Yeah, almost, it's almost like that. Say, aren't you the 
rapper who was described by Spin magazine as the thinnest 
and most egalitarian of the Nerdcore crop?"
"No. No, Spin magazine has never mentioned me in any 
capacity. But, wait, aren't *you* the rapper voted most 
likely to succeed by the Los Alamos Shopper Weekly in 
their 2003 round-up issue?"
"Uh, I think actually that you have me confused with... 
another rapper, uh, or possibly the same rapper, but in 
an alternate universe. But, this reminds me, aren't 
*you*, in fact, the only rapper, *the only* rapper, who 
has ever traveled through time to defeat cannibal 
leprechauns using only your common sense and eight 
dollars worth of twine?"
"Hardly, because, as you surely know, Gift of Gab has 
done that very thing and wrote about it in his memoirs."
"I did know that actually."
"Well, I *knew* that you knew that."
"Well, of course you did, or do."
"Exactly."