"I say," Smush said. "Is that a dirigible?"
"A what?" Mogey inquired.
"You know... one of those big airship thingies."
"A blimp?"
"Yes, that's right," Smush agreed.
"Why didn't you just call it a blimp then?" Mogey asked. "What's all this dirigible fancy-talk?"
"Well, I didn't want to offend you."
"And why, exactly, would I be offended by the word 'blimp?'" Mogey demanded.
"Erm," Smush said awkwardly, "no reason."
Mogey stared at his friend as a man who hasn't yet made up his mind about whether or not to eat a healthy lunch might glare at Enrico Baloney, the Owner/Operator of the famed 58th Street hot dog cart.
"Alright," said Mogey at last, "better make it five dogs with extra mustard. But no buns on 'em: I'm eating a healthy lunch."
"What?" Smush asked.
"Ahem! What I meant to say was: point me in the direction of the dirigible. I've got to lay eyes on this plump beauty."
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