Sidekick: As we approach this rock of Gibraltar, perhaps some modicum of something may be evident for us.
Nameless: Perhaps we should call this the no modicum podcast because I have no modicum. I have no modicum of anything, I have been told this.
Sidekick: I think perhaps you should go down the Mississippi and take a flat boat to your left next to Abraham Lincoln and we can find your modicum.
Nameless: I think you should find your modicum because it is raining and you are going to burn out all your electronic devices. That would be a modicum of common sense that you are lacking right now.
Sidekick: But I think that you should settle here on the north side of the river and take a ten mile walk westerly and you may very well find your modicum. Next to a log cabin that is built upon the sod whereupon you could raise a crop of corn having secured your modicum.
Nameless: But then you would have to endure the famous winter of `68 and time travel.
Sidekick: Perhaps with our newly found modicum we could avoid the perils of time travel and not go back to 1868 but go back to some other place where the mulberry are lush upon the flora and the fauna.
Nameless: You clearly do not have a modicum as you are seeking to transgress upon the "do not cross barrier" preventing entry to all past and future time travelers.
Sidekick: I eschew all barriers. How do we know that we cannot cross it? I crossed many barriers to transact linguistical linguistics with you. If I stayed behind such artificially constructed barriers, I may never have know the sweet delights secondary to my many discourses with the Nameless.
Nameless: If there is a barrier that says "Do not Cross" you should heed it. That is a modicum of common sense. It is raining harder now. You do no have a modicum of common sense to come out of the rain.
Sidekick: The sign you are referring to also refers to a "Danger" in conjunction with the "Do not Cross." I wonder what this so called "Danger" is. I eschew all "Dangers" as illusory, much as this so called modicum of reality. We must penetrate beyond dangers to the pure lands beyond such dangers.
Nameless: The danger is that you have no modicum of common sense.
Sidekick: We must take a brief interlude from this podcast while we take a photograph of this sign while we stand here in the rain and contemplate our next move.
Sidekick: It is now raining and there is no modicum to be found.
Nameless: There is no modicum because you are in charge. If we want to find the modicum, I should relinquish my position of not being in charge and take charge. It is the natural order of things.
Sidekick: Ok, you are now in charge. I hereby bestow whatever modicum I have to you.
Nameless: I think we should probably get in shelter.
Sidekick: I think as Bill Murray once said, "I don't think the heavy stuff is going to be coming down for quite awhile."
Nameless: And Bill Murray was an ass. He had no modicum of common sense either.
Sidekick: Well, if not he, who did have a modicum of common sense? Would you rather take a train in vain, Mr. Strummer, or a walk in the rain? Where does the train in vain go to? I have often pondered this question with my small amounts of modicum.
Nameless: It goes to the Kardashian household. Where all things end that are in vanity
Sidekick. Was't there some character in Star Trek, the New Generation which discussed such Cardassians? Or are you talking about something else?
Nameless: I think I am talking about something much more contemporary.
Sidekick: But I wonder which came first, the Kardashians or the Cardassians?
Nameless: They both are figments of the media empire of the universal overlords of the modicums.
Sidekick: All hail the modicums, our benevolent despots:-).
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