GM: Welcome. Hello. Thank you for agreeing to speak with us about poetry. How are you?
TH: So far, so goo. I only have 6 minutes before I head off to BAFTA.
GP: Right. Sure, okay. Can we join you? Just kidding. We're just kidding. We don't even know what BAFTA means.
GP: Wait, "yes" as in we CAN accompany you? Or "yes" as in, uhm, we probably don't even know what BAFTA means?
TH: Can we just get to the poetry, please?
GP: Of course. So, your longlisted poem is titled "Valve." Does it respond to your emotionally wrenching experience embodying the role of Bane, a character whose constant injections of "venom" through subcutaneous valves clearly critiques Western society's growing physical dependence on synthetically derived chemical sustenance, as depicted in Michael Bay's allegorical film The Dark Night Wrising?
GP: Oh, so... what's it about then?
TH: None of your trucking business.
GP: Thank you for your times.