One winter evening, Mogey and Smush were enjoying some festivities held at the village pub to honor the mayor's third consecutive week of sobriety.
"Another jargon of cider, barkeep!" Mogey hollered. "And make it extra spicy!"
"You know, Mogey, jargon is not a type of cup," Smush interjected.
"Tis not?" Mogey asked. "What's it mean then?"
"Jargon is language particular to a trade or profession," Smush replied wisely.
"Well my profession is drinking jargons of cider," Mogey replied, as the bartender handed him a glass. "So there."
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