TNT – Typographical Number Theory

Mr. Tortoise: "Good day Mr. A."
Achilles: "Why, same to you."
Mr. Tortoise: "So nice to run into you."
Achilles: "That echos my thoughts."
Mr. Tortoise: "And it’s a perfect day for a walk, I think I’ll be walking home soon."
Achilles: "Oh really? I guess there’s nothing better for you than walking."
Mr. Tortoise: "Incidentally, you’re looking in very fine health these days, I must say."
Achilles: "Thank you very much."
Mr. Tortoise: "Not at all. Here, care for one of my cigars?"
Achilles: "Oh, you are such a heathen! In this area the American contributions are of markedly inferior taste, don’t you think?"
Mr. Tortoise: "I disagree in this case. But speaking of taste, I finally heard that ‘Starry Starry Night’ song by Don Maclean, you’re favorite musican. Though I still prefur Van Gogh as far as artists go."
Achilles: "I don’t know. But one thing is for sure, I don’t worry about arguments of taste."
Mr. Tortoise: "Tell me, what’s it like to be your age? Is it true that one has no worries at all?"
Achilles: "To be precise, one has no frets."
Mr. Tortoise: "Oh well, it’s all the same to me."
Achilles: "Fiddle. It makes a big differences, you know."
Mr. Tortoise: "Say, don’t you play the guitar?"
Achilles: "Ahh…that’s my friend, Mr. Crab. He often plays the fool. But I myself wouldn’t touch a guitar.

(Suddenly Mr. Crab appears from behind a tree.)

Mr. Crab: "Hello, hello, hello… wish I could stay but I have to go!"

(Suddenly Mr. Crab dissapears behind a tree.)

Mr. Tortoise: "Ahh…that’s my friend, Mr. Crab. He often plays the fool. But I myself wouldn’t touch a guitar.
Achilles: "Say, don’t you play the guitar?"
Mr. Tortoise: "Fiddle. It makes a big differences, you know."
Achilles: "Oh well, it’s all the same to me."
Mr. Tortoise: "To be precise, one has no frets."
Achilles: "Tell me, what’s it like to be your age? Is it true that one has no worries at all?"
Mr. Tortoise: "I don’t know. But one thing is for sure, I don’t worry about arguments of taste."
Achilles: "I disagree in this case. But speaking of taste, I finally saw that ‘Starry Starry Night’ painting by Van Gogh, you’re favorite artist. Though I still prefur Don Maclean as far as artists go."
Mr. Tortoise: "Oh, you are such a heathen! In this area the American contributions are of markedly inferior taste, don’t you think?"
Achilles: "Not at all. Here, care for one of my cigars?"
Mr. Tortoise: "Thank you very much."
Achilles: "Incidentally, you’re looking in very fine health these days, I must say."
Mr. Tortoise: "Oh really? I guess there’s nothing better for you than walking."
Achilles: "And it’s a perfect day for a walk, I think I’ll be walking home soon."
Mr. Tortoise: "That echos my thoughts."
Achilles: "So nice to run into you."
Mr. Tortoise: "Why, same to you."
Achilles: "Good day Mr. T."