Tired of all the dehydration
Time for another play. This time, it has a clear moral: don't talk with food in your mouth. The characters are two people whom I can't recall the names of, so they will be refered to as X and Z, and I, since these plays tend to be self-experienced.
I: Now why are you so fascinated with Iceland?
X: Yes, I believe that calls for some explanation.
Z: Well, when I was a little kid my father was dating an Icelandic horse
I, X blinks
Z swallows
Z: trainer.
To summarize: unlike misplacing commas, talking with food in your mouth will probably not result in you getting assassinated by someone you thought you had ordered executed months ago, causing the monarchy to collapse and the formation of a republic where the peasants are better of, (or the other way around) but it might cause people to think oddly of your quite famous father for a few seconds.
I: Now why are you so fascinated with Iceland?
X: Yes, I believe that calls for some explanation.
Z: Well, when I was a little kid my father was dating an Icelandic horse
I, X blinks
Z swallows
Z: trainer.
To summarize: unlike misplacing commas, talking with food in your mouth will probably not result in you getting assassinated by someone you thought you had ordered executed months ago, causing the monarchy to collapse and the formation of a republic where the peasants are better of, (or the other way around) but it might cause people to think oddly of your quite famous father for a few seconds.