Uncle: Hey, Martin! Martin! Sit with me!
Martin: I gotta get on my plane.
Uncle: Where’re you flying to? Losersville? Losersville, USA? For losers?
Martin: My mother’s wake. Shouldn’t you be there too?
Uncle: I’m just here for lunch.
Martin: Well there are still open seats if you want to come.
Uncle: I’m not allowed to fly anymore. Plus I just ordered.
Loudspeaker: Now boarding flight 482 to Losersville, USA.
Uncle: Oh that’s my flight!
