"Well then. We shall cconsider it a failed foray into the annals of history and never speak about it more," Rory concluded. "Although I think if you start calling it 'z-laden slang' people are going to wonder what you're talking about."
"Haha!" Rory pointed at Eisen triumphantly. "It's better that way, though. We may be doomed for all time to have no one else laugh at our jokes, but at least we both share the same plight." Rory was quiet for a moment, then laughed, bringing his hand to his forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm laying on the English major speak a little thick tonight aren't I?" He looked over at his friend, amused. He knew Eisen wouldn't really mind, but he still felt that he should apologize anyway. "I just got out of a marathon study session for my eighteenth century literature final. It's clearly rubbed off on me."