Nothing To It.

“Jove,” said I to my butler, “I need you to say something.”


“Come, now, you can say more than ‘something’.”

“I can, my Lord, but what is more than ‘something’?”

“By Jove! Nothing!”

“Nothing gets by me, my Lord.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“More than something, my Lord.”

“Jove, do you realize you just said ‘more than something’?”

“Nothing to it, my Lord.”

Jove, if you could, would you be a god?”

“If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, my Lord.”

“But suppose you could?”

“A god of what, my Lord?”

“A god of butlering.”

“MY Lord, are you dis-satisfied with me?”

“Oh no, Jove. You are perfect in every way.”

“So, my Lord, why did you say ‘if’?”

“Jove, watch your tone.”

“I’ve never seen a tone, my Lord.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I see, my Lord.”

“What? You can see a meaning, but not a tone?”

“Looks like you’ve trapped me, my Lord.”

“Jove, a god would never get trapped.”

“Time for afternoon tea, my Lord.”

“Okay. Say, what’s the name of this tea?”

“Jove’s Escape, my Lord.”

“God, it’s delicious!”

“Thank you, my Lord.”

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