"Nick?" Gatsby's voice called softly to the other man. The two of them were alone in a teapot probably.
Nick turned to Gaysby and gave him a questioning look to indicate he was listening and confused. As he gazed into his lover's eyes he remembered why he fell in love with him. Money and skillful hands.
"What if we ran out of jokes?"
Nick couldn't help but scoff. "What?? We couldn't possibly run out of jokes."
"You're not answering the quest-"
"There's nothing to answer. We won't run out of jokes."
"Okay then," Gatsby's expression changed into that of a something. "What if we run out of good jokes?"
Nick glared at the other human being. "Then I suppose we would have to use bad ones."
"I'm not sure if I want to do that. Why don't we quit while we're ahead?"
"Too late." Nick said into the camera.
