“What’s that weird naked guy doing over there?”
“It looks like he’s…smelling the grass”
“Hey, you over there”
“Yeah?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Well…I’m trying to determine the exact fragrance for grass”
“What do you mean? It’s grass…”
“Yes, it is ‘grass’, a common aesthetic used to refer to the domestication of this green weed, but what is the smell of grass. Or, for a juxtaposory example – what is the taste of ‘ranch’? My aim here is to be precise.”
“Why are you naked?”
“Why are you wearing clothes?”
“Cause… we’re normal? But besides that, to keep warm.”
“Well I’m warm. As for normal, I don’t think that exists really…”
“Come on, this is a waste of time, this guy is a lunatic.”
“A lunatic, perhaps, but I fail to see how this is a waste of time.”
“Buddy, you’re sitting on the ground naked smelling grass because you’re not hot, and want to know the exact smell of grass.”
“So?”
“So do something useful to society. Fuck, you think things like this college work if people like you have their heads in the cloud all day?”
