SEAN AND SEAMUS, LOOKING LIKE A COUPLE OF CONSTRUCTION WORKERS, ARE WALKING DOWN A STREET IN A GRAND EUROPEAN CITY.
SEAN:
Ah lookit will ye Seamus. Dat's a great example of de flying buttress over der wouldn't ye say?
SEAMUS:
Ah Sean sure it's wrong dat ye are. Dat's not a flying buttress! Dat's my woife.
SEAN:
Pfok me Seamus but yer a terrible eejit! Your wife's at least five fut tree!
SEAMUS:
I'd say yer right enough. It's not de woife at all at all. Dem's more like a latter-day interpretation of quasi-Romanic Composite Columns. De sun was shoining in me oize loike.
SEAN:
Will we have a point?
SEAMUS:
Ah sure why not. Architecture's fierce awful torsty work.
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