Two men with large bushy mustaches and bowler caps, and checkered slacks sit on a park bench on a very small planet, which consists of the bench, these two men, a sidewalk circumferencing it, and a lawn gnome that’s just out of sight around the edge of the planet. One of them, let’s call him Zipper Gumdrop turns to the other and says, “You aren’t planning on going anywhere today are you?” The other, his name is H9+ , replies, “No, are you?” Baffled that his comrade would say such a thing, Zipper just scoffs. H9+ picks his nose and puts a booger into his pocket. “What’re ya gonna do with that nose junk, friend?” enquired Zipper. “I’m not telling you, it’s a secret.” “Fine, keep your bloody secret, see if I care. I guess I just won’t tell you mine.” “Blimey,” blurted H9+, “give us at least just a clue.” “Alright, just one,” Zipper looks around to make sure no one else is listening, leans over to his friend’s ear and whispers, “It has something to do with the lawn gnome.” H9+ sputters in surprise. “Cor, that’s the clue I was going to give to you, we better not have the same secret.” Zipper agreed with a tap of his shoe on the sidewalk. “Wouldn’t be much of a secret then, would it?” “Nope.” The planet, the bench, the two men, the sidewalk, and the lawn gnome go about their day as usual.