This isn't to be taken seriously as a treatise of Euclidean geometry, and it's not based on any historical fact. It's just me messing around and trying to write believable males.

The Ancient Greek Stoner

"Hey Pete, get us some pizza!" Euclid yelled. "I'm starving dude! Thinking and writing your essay at the same time is hard..."

"It would be less hard if we didn't keep on smoking pot," Sock said with a laugh. "Explain to me a straight line again?"

"Dude..."

"No really, I still don't get it," Sock insisted.

"All right, fine. So, a straight line has no width right?" Euclid stated, indicating just how widthless a straight line is by squeezing his thumb and his forefinger together in a highly scientific demonstration.

"Yeah."

"But it goes on forever, dude," Euclid finished, and showed just how endless a straight line is by throwing his arms open and falling off the couch.

"Stuff doesn't go on forever, man," Sock said wisely. "What about that thing you had with Gwen? You said that was forever, too."

"That's different. She wasn't a straight line. She wasn't infinite," Euclid explained logically. "She was a bitch. There's a world of difference."

"Doesn't matter if she was a straight line or not, man. You said that the thing you had with her would go on forever. It didn't. Therefore, since you were wrong about that, how can you possibly bbe right about something like a straight line?"

"I was wrong about Gwen, dude. She was an error ad hominem," Euclid said impatiently. "But she was an isolated incident, with loads more variables than a straight line. And anyhow, with the logic you've got going there, you could say that I should fail a math test if I get the date at the top wrong."

"I did not say that," Sock shrugged. "I just said that you wouldn't know forever if it bit you in the ass, so how can you hypothesise on how straight a line is? How do you know it's straight, anyhow? For all you know, it's really gay."

"That's not the point, Sock," Euclid assured hastily. He knew better than to mix geometry with sociopolitical issues and sexual identity. That sort of thing never ended well. "I'm sure there are loads of gay lines out there, and I respect that. Totally. The point is... the point is there is no point, right? It just goes on forever."

"Dude, what have I said about forever?" Sock snapped, kneading his head. "Not cool, man. Totally not cool."

"Look Sock. There's something you gotta believe in. Let's make that one thing forever, okay?" Euclid bactracked.

"'Kay..."

"Okay," Euclid said. "Now that you believe in forever, can you assume that there must be something to prove its existence? Like a straight line?"

"Dude... if I already believe in forever, then why would I need something to prove its existence?" Sock asked blithely.

Euclid threw his hands up in frustration and took a piece of the pizza that had mysteriously appeared during their discussion. There were a lot of things he could do- explaining a concept he'd been perfecting for years to his closest friend while completely baked was apparently not one of them.