When I was in my final years of being a schoolboy, I had a friend who, though not the most intellectual of teenagers was still quite charming. We enjoyed pissing away our educational opportunities together in the house left empty during school hours by his careless parents.
Once avoiding a particularly dismal stretch of mathematics, I was admitted to this haven of sloth and ignorance, only to disturb a vivid argument he was engaged in with a girl, now his wife, he was engaged to.
He, with a waning sense of calm, was saying, "It has, dear. Of course it has." While she was retorting in the not-so- affected tones of a retard: "Unh! Stupid! No it hasn’t!"
Although perplexed and intrigued, it was soon apparent that I was not to be invited to join them in their verbal trench warfare.
For ten minutes they simply repeated their statements, stressing them slightly differently each time: "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." Et cetera, et cetera.
I was left to watch, not daring to interfere, with no idea of what it was that may or may not have something that was or was not, I just did not know.
Eventually a point of desperation seemed to be reached. And he sighed. "You really believe that it hasn’t?" "Aha! Absolutely." Aha.
Concentration twisted his sweaty brow. "Okay then. If the moon has got no gravity, how can the spacemen stick to it then?"
"Unh! Stupid! Stupid! The spacemen stick to the moon because, uh, they wear, uh, GARAVURGHTY BUTES! GARAVURGHTY BUTES! GARAVURGHTY BUTES!"