In an Affront to Good Sense, Colm and Mira are Heading to Barcelona

Turdling: Not exactly a lazy summer getaway
Colm: We’ve sorted out how to coexist.
Turdling: Since when?
Colm: Remember the thing with the Dean?
Turdling: What?. . .Oh, yea, the sit down.
Colm: Right, and since then we have an agreement, things get heated we turn to the arbiter.
Turdling: And how does that work exactly, is he on call?
Colm: She, I insisted on that point.
Turdling: The Dean agreed to this?
Colm: He suggested it.
Turdling: An arbiter on Skype is going talk you two down when you start throwing plates at each another in Barcelona?
Colm: If anyone can center shit, it’s Lakshmi.
Turdling: Who makes the call?
Colm: I’m not really sure on that point.
Turdling: Wouldn’t that be central to the protocol. . .
Colm: We’ll work it out, we have so far.
Turdling: You’re on opposite ends of town on completely different schedules, it’s untested, this is different.
Colm: How’s that exactly.
Turdling: You’re together, It’s Spain, they’ve never experienced the likes of you two.
Colm: The fuck are you talking about, Franco’s goons killed Lorca, they shot Orwell in the fucking neck, Mira and I are a bit of a come down after that don’t you think?
Turdling: Things have cooled a bit since the 1930’s.
Colm: Exactly, so I don’t see the problem.