Oh, i hate delving.

Delves? Where?

Where what?

The delves! Are they attacking? Nasty little creatures, delves. Except for Santa's delves, of course.

No, not 'delves,' delving. You know, walking around underground spaces.

Oh, that's spelunking.

No, spelunking is when you throw rocks in a river, and the sound is 'Splash-Plunk' or 'Splunk.' You mean dungeoning.

I don't think dungeon is a verb.

EVERYTHING is a verb, eventually.

What do you mean?

Well, for example, every body part is a noun, right?

Right.

But most of them are also verbs. Look, I can elbow you in the chin, and knee you in the secret private boy parts, but if you can stomach it, you won't voice your complaint. I can palm a knife and gut you, then leg it north, as I head for the road.

So verbified nouns are violent.

Shaddup. I ankle along until i eye a tavern. I belly up to the bar, and the bouncer won't boot me as long as I toe the line and don't mouth off.

What about the body parts that aren't nouns?

What body parts aren't nouns?

The pronouns!

Pronouns?

Eye, ewe.

I and eye are two different words, you numbnuts.

You and who?

No, ewe.

Ewe isn't a body part.

You saying ewes are non-corporeal beings?

Corporals? They were never even privates!

What does rank have to do with the physicality of non-sentient beings inhabiting our collective reality?

Huh? 

Anyway: a ewe isn't a part of the body.

Sure it is.

No, it isn't.

What's mutton?

It's the flesh of a sheep.

So, a haunch of mutton is a sheep's body part?

Yes, you could say that.

Well, if sheep are made up of body parts, then sheep obviously IS body parts!

That's specious!

Species? No, i think you mean genus.

No, it's too stupid to be genius.

No, not genius, genus. Like order.

Marching order?

Say, where are we?

Are we lost?

Who was mapping?

Doh!  I, uh, got caught up in the argument.

Ooooooooh. I hate delving.

DELVES!?!