[[A woman, PRUDELIA, stands before an enormous harp in a museum while speaking to a man, GRIMSBY.]]
PRUDELIA: Welcome to the Museum of the World's Largest Harp! Let me show you around!
PRUDELIA: This is the world's largest harp. It's eighty-five feet tall and weighs precisely as much as a school bus.
PRUDELIA: It was constructed in 1883 by the great harpist and casino magnate John Harpington, after whom the instrument takes its name
PRUDELIA: Previously it was known as the stringflute
PRUDELIA: Upon Harpington's death of consumption, this museum was erected around the harp, which could not be moved
GRIMSBY: What poppycock. There was no instrument called the stringflute. John Harpington died of syphilis, and there is a larger harp in Shanghai.
PRUDELIA: Sorry, who's the harp expert here? Who's the one with harp-shaped business cards working at a harp museum?
GRIMSBY: I have rectangular business cards, and I work in a rectangle building, but I can HARDLY claim to be an expert at ORTHOGANY.
PRUDELIA: That's...not even a word?
GRIMSBY: OH so NOW suddenly you're an expert on both harps AND wordmakery
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