1.
A: I'm a turophobe. I despise cheese
B: So, in other
words, you basically despise life?
A: ... Pretty much, yes
B: Righto
2.
A: That Michael person that we happened across earlier, Jevons: now there's a worthless depressive wretch, if I ever saw
one. There's a creature that makes you feel that evolution gets it badly
wrong at times. Tell me, have you ever come across a more pitiful, poor excuse for a human being than he?
B: Possibly the creature, as you describe him, sir, is more to be pitied than censured. The man is a turophobe; he has an aversion to cheese.
One can only conjecture at the damage this has done to his psyche
A: Indeed? I daresay. Still, this changes little: I want
never to be inflicted with so much as mere mention of the blighter ever again. I can't be having with that sort of reprobate; I'm sure there's very few who can
B: Very good, sir
