Me: Hey, Socrates!
Socrates: You called?
Me: Yes, for the past hour. What's up, ugly guy?
Socrates: Ah, and is ugliness an absolute Truth, or does it depend on perception?
Me: Do you always answer everything with a question?
Socrates: ... Is there any other way?
Plato: Ugliness? Ugliness is an idea. No ugliness is True ugliness, merely a physical representation of the ugliness that exists in the idea plane.
Aristotle: What planes are you talking about? Airplanes? Electric wood planes? Roti canai plane?
Plato: You and your fucking labels. Grow up, 'Totle!
Aristotle: No, YOU grow up, you wishy-washy motherfucker. Mr 'God exists because the idea of God exists'.
Socrates: You said that?
Plato: I was merely placating the Church. They were on my ass for something.
Aristotle: I bet. *snicker*
Plato: What's up with you and asses anyway? We all know you don't like women. Pederast!
Socrates: Behold, as I drink this hemlock, probably to gain attention?
Aristotle: That's not hemlock. That's schlitz malt liquor. Ass.
Plato: See? The idea of ass is embodied within your head.
Me: What the fuck is this gay shit? Thank whatever I just got some pussy.
