The Inadequate Cheesegrater
“This cheesegrater isn’t supercalifragilisticexpialidocious enough,” complained Bob.
“That’s ‘cos it’s old. Antidisestablishmentarianism’s younger than that grater,” replied Dan, appending a clitic to a very long word. “Besides, that’s not cheese, is it?”
“Anything in a cheesegrater is cheese, in a metonymic sense,” argued Bob. “Or is that a synecdoche?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me if there’s a schism over that. But in a more fundamental sense, it’s not cheese. So what is it?”
“Um, herbal cure for pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism?”
“I must have clairvoyance, ‘cos I know you’re lying,” said Dan. “OK, I won’t push it; it’s obviously strategical lying. But the only other cheesegrater around is the one I got for my award-winning reinactment of the Pyrrhic Dance, and that’s got sentimental value.”
Bob thought for a while.
“This conversation is silly,” he said, expressing an insight that struck him with its simplicity.
“True. Also uncopyrightable,” confirmed Dan.