She: I’m really looking forward to our move next month!
She: Well, not only will I have a kitchen that’s bigger than a bread box, I’ll actually have old friends and family who can come see my kitchen! Like the ones who live in Kent, Washington.
She: Yeah. It’s near Seattle.
He: That any relation to George?
She: Oh, please …
He: So you have been there, then?
She: Yes. And to Martha, too.
He: Which is the next town over from George. Precisely. So the next town over from Kent should be Clark.
She: […] So where are those Dude imaginary friends of yours?
He: What imaginary friends?
She: The ones I’m expecting to blurt out, any second now, ‘Man, that’s super’. Not. Besides, smart guy, there already is a Clark, but it’s down south, almost in Oregon, nowhere near Kent.
He: Well, they’re just going to have to move it, that’s all.
She: What for? It’s perfectly fine where it is. Especially since there’s room down there for the new town they’re going to have to build next to Clark. Might not be any room left near Kent.
He: New town?
He: Hate to clue you, love, but you’re really dating yourself. Maybe if you told the twentysomethings among your legions of fans, that if they think Taylor Lautner circa 1935, they might get the idea.
She: Even in the twilight of his career …
He: But why stop there? If you’re going to build one town named Gable, why not seven of them. They could all share the same town hall, to save money. The savings might even be enough for them to ensure that the building be well built. Surely you remember how strong the winter storms can be in Washington State.
She: Yes …