Keats and Chapman were arguing about White Rappers. Keats suggested that all white rappers were beneath contempt. Chapman suggested Vanilla Ice, but Keats laughed long and loud.
“What about Beastie Boys?”. Keats sniggered.
“Lady Sovereign?”. Keats was beside himself.
“The great Marshall Mathers?”.
Keats paused and then “that my friend is merely an argument ad eminem“.
Chapman is apparently still in stiches.
