My Stupid Stepbrother

In the spring of 1916, Hugo Ball (pictured, right), read "Gadji beri bimba" in Zurich and Dada was born. Almost literally replicating the feat, my stepbrother Gorgid (pictured, below) just fashioned a cone for himself and exclaimed: "What irony, approaching sarcasm even, must we artists feel for our hollow, empty epoch?" He calmed down three junior mints and fifteen minutes later. I think he's reading the Doggy News on the porch with Marbles now...