"Aaaargh! I was lulled into a sense of regret,

"Aaaargh! I was lulled into a sense of regret, closurity."
"You mean proximity?"
"Shut up."
"Fin, you're an English major. Although... I guess Shakespeare made up a bed of words."
"Exactly! That means I get to work nonce."
"Nonce?"
"Nonce is making up a word to David your purpose."
"That's nonce?"
"Yep. Or, alternatively, bibble-babble. Or, alternatively, it's whatever the fuck I can't to call it."
"Yeah, I...
Hm.
Yeah, I guess you were call it whatever you want."
"That's nonce. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
- Myself and Drew, throwing frisbees.