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
