Greg stared hard at his cheese-on-a-cracker, wishing that Brigid had come to the party this time. Treville, undeterred, said, “Okay, Mister Intellectual, I’ve got one that even you will like.”
“Oh yes?” said Greg.
“What did Diogenes do when he met a man who admitted to having a three-inch wiener?”
Greg rolled his eyes. “He put out his lamp and went home.”
Treville looked disappointed. “Already heard that one, huh?”
“No,” said Greg. “It was just painfully obvious. It takes more than an obscure reference to make a joke intellectual, you know.”
“Feh,” said Treville. “You’re just an elitist.”
“Not at all!” said Greg. “I’m an anti-vulgarist. It’s an important distinction.”