Victor Hugo wrote Les Miserables in the 1800's. Who owns the rights now? Not me. I don't own the rights to Les Miserables, nor do I make any profit from writing insipid little tales like these.
"I think it looks like a bird."
"A bird? You must be mad. It looks like a duck."
"A duck is a bird!"
"But more specific, a bird could also be a swallow."
"How insipid."
"You are insipid."
"This game is insipid."
"It was your idea to play."
"What an insipid argument."
"Do you enjoy saying the word 'insipid'?"
"What an insipid question."
"Nevermind. You are infuriating, you know that."
"At least I'm not insipid."
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
"I find it insipid."
"I'm surprised you can find it at all."
"Insipid little joke."
"Shouldn't we continue our game? Naming cloud shapes?"
"Insipid. I'm done with it."
"Do you plan on saying insipid all afternoon?
"Its really quite fun to say slowly…insipid."
"You are quite childish."
"But never insipid."
"Do you even know the definition of the word?"
"I find looking up definitions to be an insipid pastime."
"Fine. Evidently you do, or you are quite adept at guessing."
"Dipisni!"
"Pardon?"
"Dipisni!"
"I'm at a loss."
"Insipid backwards. Dipisni!"
"Congratulations. You're completely mad."
"You think too much. An expression that is not insipid comes to mind: Cogito Ergo Doleo. "
"And that would mean?"
"I think therefore I am depressed, my insipid little fellow."
"Well, that would certainly explain why you are always so chipper."
"Insipid, insipid, insipid, insipid, insipid---and I'm done now."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"You are truly unequivocally finished?
"Unequivocally."
"Oh."
"That word is a sight harder to get out that insipid. Unequivocally."
The muffled sound of crying.
"I doubt I could say that one backwards….y'lla….nope, can't do it. Unequivocally is a word that must be unequivocally spoken forwards only."
A long suffering sigh, "I'm going home now."
"Ah. Farewell then. But I must remind you that you are rooming with me, and will in point of fact see me again shortly, my dear titled friend."
"God help me then." He received an appreciative laugh. "Goodbye, Courfeyrac."
"Goodbye, Marius! I hope our time together has been something less or something more than unequivocally insipid."
Marius didn't bother responding.