Lorem was worried. His friend Ipsum, normally the life of the party, had barely spoken a word all night.
Dolor the barman seemed to think so too. “Is Ipsum ok?”, he asked.
“Y’know I was just wondering the same thing”, Lorem replied, “I’ll go ask him.”
So Lorem paid for the two pints and carried them back down to where Ipsum was seated.
“You know, I was just wondering if you’re alright Ipsum, you seem very quiet tonight.”
“Oh I’m depressed”, said Ipsum, “been thinking a lot lately of what the point of it all is.”
“Ah well”, said Lorem, “I guess we all feel that way from time to time, but it’s best not to dwell on it.”
“I’m not so sure, Lorem. I mean one minute we’re here, then next thing we’re gone – it’s like we only exist to fill up space!”
