Coworker: You said that Baron (Von Poopypants) called yesterday. What did he want?
Me: He wanted to know if "perchance" we had the next book of the Amazing Spider-Man by Nick Spencer trade.
Cw: He said "perchance"?
Me: Yea. But when I told him the price, he told me that I'd "put a damper" on his day. At least he didn't mention "role playing" this time.
Cw: Now, I feel guilty about using the word "perchance" and "damper".
Me: Don't. You actually shower, don't smell like you smoke cigarettes that you found in a sewer, or talk like you're a cartoon character being choked.
Cw: Ha. OH NO. Stupid brain. Stupid brain.
Cw:: Now I can't stop thinking of role playing sex stuff. SCROOGE MCDUCK. SCROOGE MCDUCK.
Cw: It was the first thing I saw.
They point to a Scrooge McDuck book.
Me: I just appreciate that that was your buffer safe word for not thinking about sex, and not ... your inspiration.