The dialog between me and Murray right now.
Murray: I have a name that I'm about as set on as I was on Gulliver if we have a boy.
Me: Is it Silas?
Murray: No. It's Draco.
Me: Is it Alan Rickman?
Murray: No. Do you want to know what it is?
Murray: It's Arthur. Because we can call him Art. And Artie. And I'd just sit him down before we send him to school and say, "Okay. The kids are going to call you Artie Fartie. And that's just because they're kids and they are stupid and have no imagination. Do you know what a fart is? Anyway. Don't let it bother you."
Me: Are you kidding? I'll sit him down and say okay Artie. The kids at school are going to call you Artie Farty. When they do that, you punch them in the face, push them down on the ground, sit on their head and fart in their face. And ask, Who's farty now?"
Murray: You son of a bitch?
And then we said, "Who's farty now you son of a bitch" in a kindergarten voice. And laughed at how funny we are.
-- Posted from my iPhone, with apologies for any typos.