I went to see Harry Potter last night. In that duration, I made my most esoteric and unapproachable joke ever.
It was that part where Harry is forced to use that magic quill that etches "I Must Not Tell Lies" into his skin. I realized something, and started laughing at an inappropriate time. When questioned by Joseph as to the source of mirth, I could only remark, "How deliciously Kafkaesque!"*
*I have only read one Kafka story, In The Penal Colony, and if you
read it you'll know what I'm talking about.