[scene: the billiard room of Felapton Towers]
[Camestros] I’m not sure of your of your Gangsta Rap pastiche, Timothy. I think you cross the line into racism.
[Timothy] Nonesense! It’s edgy humour!
[Camestros] Maybe it’s just me but it felt more like a big mess of lazy racist stereotypes derived from other lazy parodies of a music genre you’ve only ever experienced third hand.
[Timothy] I’m offended that you would call me, of all people, “racist”.
[Camestros] You literally have a blanket with Charles Murray’s face on it.
[Timothy] I don’t have a racist’s bone in my ossuary!
[Camestros] Firstly that isn’t the saying. Secondly I know you disinterred the skull of H P Lovecraft , smuggled it out of the US and use it to frighten away sales people.
[Timothy] I keep Howard in the sepulchre not the ossuary.
[Camestros] Well the saying is supposed to be “I don’t have a racist bone in my body.”
[Timothy] mmm well in that case I must confess to snacking on Howard’s metatarsal. It’s probably still in my stomach.
[Camestros] So you’ll concede you are a grave robber but not a racist?
[Timothy] Ahem, a LITERARY grave robber. I have standards.