“I was over hipsters before being over hipsters was cool,” said Greg.
“No, no, stop right there,” said Brigid. “That’s too obvious. Too cliché. You’re just phoning it in, now.”
“Aw, c’mon,” said Greg. “Do you realize how hard it is to be have just the right amount of world-weary cool while still maintaining a kind of innocent charm? It’s not easy, what I do!”
“Well it’s too late now,” said Brigid. “You just blew the whole thing. Toss it and start over.”
“Um…” Greg shrugged. “No idea. I got nothing.”
“So you’re going for straight-up nihilism, now?”
“A-ha! I’ve got it!” said Greg, and cleared his throat. “Being a coffee-loving hipster is hard. I just burned my mouth because I drank my coffee before it was cool.”
Brigid just stared at Greg, flatly. “Go back to phoning it in,” she finally said.