kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“Yes, she’s a girl. Haven’t you heard the name Maureen before?” Sophia arched an eyebrow in question, she assumed that everyone knew that name but then again she was always told never to assume anything. After contradicting herself, she spoke up again with another little tidbit that he probably didn’t care to know. “Before Maureen, the record holder was a 17 year-old student.” Offering him a slight shrug as she looked back down at her hands. “Well it’s not like I’m staying here forever so obviously I’ll see her on my way out. But, why don’t you care about what I said? I thanked you and most people say you’re welcome.”
“I’ve heard about Maureen Ponderosa before but that’s because I’ve watched all the seasons of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” He didn’t really think she cared about that, but he didn’t really care if she didn’t care, either. “The record holder will be me soon enough, then you’ll see me on the news and in books.” He’d probably drop out of law school, anyways. The narcotics had been taking it’s toll on him, and his body had been beginning to respond to them. “Well, that’s a great way of putting it. I didn’t know I was keeping you hostage.” He shrugged. “You don’t have to speak to her if you don’t want to.”