I am planning to go to the last dance of the year with my friend Darrell...the roommate of Carlos (who, if you do not know about him...you should read about further) Darrell emailed me the following conversation:

So Carlos walks into Tom's room, where I'm hanging out talking. As it happens, I got asked to the dance again a mere two hours after you asked me, and naturally I had to turn her down (unless, of course, you want to share me . . .). Carlos knew about all of this, but it was a bit of a secret because there was a riddle note that I was supposed to figure out . . . long story. So anyway, Carlos walks in . . .
D: Well, Carlos, I figured out who the note was from.
C: Really? Are you sure?
D: Yeah.
C: How?
D: I just talked to her. I know it's [insert person's name]
C: How'd you figure it out?
D: She gave me a riddle and I solved it.
C: Oh, ok.
D: But I can't go to the dance with her . . . because I'm already going with the Empress.
C: [Without reacting at all] Really? Who's that?
D: You know who I'm talking about.
C: [Innocent and expressionless] No I don't.
D: The Empress?
C: Who's the Empress?
D: The Naked Virgin?
C: [Realizing he can no longer play dumb and suddenly interested. Begging:] Please tell me who she is.
D: I can't. I'm sworn to secrecy.
Tom: [Who has been looking on, and who has already shown to me earlier that he knows the identity of the Empress] As am I. [Tom's quite the improv person]
C: You guys suck. [He turns around and walks out and down the hall

Naturally, this vastly improved my mood. I am decidedly amused by this whole situation.