Under the Arches

Homo floresiensis, ancient hobbit-sized human species, lived 18,000 years ago on the remote Indonesian island of Flores.
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Today's trivia question to prepare you for the “Clash of Civilizations”.
How do you translate the latin "Homo sapiens".
Click here and Scoll down to "Interests" for the answer.
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In the little land of Shet (called Sheet in the South and Shitt by their neighbors) lived the delightfully mannish race called Halfsapiens (or in the common mouth-tongue, Bobbots) that devoted their days to drinking coffee through a large sugar cube held between their front teeth. As they sipped their favorite beverage (they called Koffee) (at 7:00, 10:00, Noon, 2:00, and 4:00) the Halfsapiens (or Bobbots)(That is what they called themselves!) would think very deep thoughts (of a philosophical sort) and after every sip of their Koffee would expound upon whatever philosophical topic happened to be up for discussion that particular Koffhour (7:00, 10:00, Noon, 2:00, and 4:00).

Koffhour at the home of Dildo Mortfin was a particular delight! At the end of Mortsfinis lane the household was famous for the quality of the philosophical discussions. Let’s listen! It’s 4:30 and the Koffee and the Koffhour is getting a little bitter! The famous philosopher SheetWhipe (from the River Whipe in the south of Shet) was visiting that afternoon, “As I have fabulously discovered, 2 negatives create a positive. However 2 positives do not create a negative!” “Yeah, Yeah.” muttered a tired and hungry Dildo. The Bobbots (knowing how to take a hint) began to make their departures (and not a moment too soon!).

The above delightful excerpt is from an unpublished anonymous manuscript that I inherited from my maiden Aunt Juniper. (It has been rumored that she was the first love of the British fantasy writer Tolkein. He typically cryptically called his adolescent infatuation Evergreen.) (In the family we called her Ginny) In any case, I have decided to publish this excerpt because it so reminds me of the coffee klutch at McDonalds. Those old and odd fellows drinking their senior coffees and philosophizing could easily be mistaken for Bobbots; don’t you think? Ah! What wondrous ponderous ratiocinations!
Next time you’re in Knox stop in on south Heaton Street for some cheap coffee and conversation! BTW: It's the best coffee in town.