The local drunk sits on his jail bed and thumbs his phone. The philosopher paces the cell; suddenly he turns on the drunk accusingly:
Philosopher: You are an actor! I’ve seen your face on a movie poster!
Drunk: Who, me?
Philosopher: You are Johnny Depp!
Drunk: Moi?
Philosopher: Yes, I’m sure of it now! It was some stupid poster of a movie I would never watch and I remarked about it to my students and they told me about your… career.
Drunk: Ask for my autograph and I’ll throw this phone at your head.
Philosopher: Haha, you’ve based your whole career on being an effeminate fairy, and now you are threatening physical violence! Haha!
Drunk: Wow, look at the wordsmith everyone.
Philosopher: I guess I could do better than effeminate fairy; those ARE synonyms. One of the two words should be enough. Just fairy? Or just effeminate? Oh, I know, a pun on femme fatal…
Drunk: YOU ARE A PHILOSOPHER!
Philosopher: You say that with such insult.
Drunk: No one cares what you think; you are the cell mate to a famous drunk. You couldn’t be in a worse position in life, man.
Philosopher: Femme banal?
Drunk: I own five Lamborghinis! Five!
Philosopher: I have it: femme droll. Femme a la droll?
Drunk: Which one, man? Huh? Femme droll or femme a la droll?
Philosopher: The right words take time.
Drunk: Oh, go sulk in the corner, PHILOSOPHER!
Philosopher: Well, a good insult takes a lot of work!
Drunk: Yeah, yeah, go wordsmith your pun in the corner, man. Let me know when it is ready.
The end.