11 AM. The office of Palinode Productions. Phone rings.
Palinode: Good morning, Palinode Productions.
Schmutzie: Hi there. I've got your dumb question for the day.
P: Is it eleven already?
P: That's more of a word than a question.
S: Is that a word, labelist? I just came up with it.
P: You've made up the word.
P: But that's not really your question.
P: You want to know if it's spelled with one or two l's.
P: Definitely one l.
S: Otherwise you'd be a labellist.
P: You'd be all for Patti LaBelle, marching in the streets.
S: Holding placards. Shouting out LaBelle-friendly slogans.
P: You're no LaBellist.
S: No way!
P: What do you think is worse: you calling me up at work to ask about a made-up word, or the fact that I knew immediately that your question was really about the spelling of a made-up word?
S: Worst of all is the spread of vioent LaBellist demonstrations.
P: Pah! Ti! Pah! Ti!