To Deny the Existence of the One-Legged Galuphhasnot

No one talks. There is an exception to that however. There is one and only one speaking loudly into his mobile device. The engine I have my back to obliterates any chance of discerning his one-sided conversation. Instead it becomes fleeting and minuscule. I can see how it could be used as torture in a PSYOPS episode. It's perhaps the equivalent to Water Torture. This soon will end however as all things do.

"I cannot acknowledge the existence of the one-legged galuphhasnot," the man with the long chin beard says.
As I do a double take with my ears I notice an open book in his lap. It's called "Gauntlorivm" and every chapter contains a picture of two crossed scimitars above the corresponding number. He is seated directly in front of me in the side-facing row.
"Galuphhasnot?" asks his beady-eyed companion who sits directly across from him.
"Yes," replies Chinbeard.
"If you say so."
"I do say so."
I am not sure what to think of this so I just continue scribbling down what is said as best I can. There is this suspended silence between them as if Beadyeyed needed to continue, his questions being inexplicably conjured by Chinbeard.
"You got to be kidding me, right?"
"I wish I was."
Beadyeyed gave Chinbeard a crazy grin of disbelief. The latter only returned the stare with a resigned humor.
"C'mon, what the hell is a galuphhasnot anyway?"
"It really doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?"
"Well it has no matter."
"You mean it isn't made of anything?"
Chinbeard looks at him with a laugh just under the surface.
"Seriously, are you being serious?"
"Yes! Yes that's exactly what I mean."
"Ok?"
"Sure I shall explain it," Chinbeard says then continues, "you know when someone is under some impression..."

I tune the rest out. I am not sure I am hearing any of this right. Besides I'd rather ponder the sunrise out the left windows. The rays of orange-yellow light cut across the occupants with vivid brightness. I plug my earphones in and I hear someone sing, "Caribouuuuuu, caribooooo-who..." A good thing it drowns out all other sound because as it turns out the 'galuphhasnot' discussion seems to be getting even more intense. I wonder how someone can get worked up about something that as Chinbeard said, "doesn't matter." Beadyeyed is taking it all way too seriously. I think perhaps he should just forget it and move onto something else. -But he won't give it up. It is amazing what happens when blocking out all sound the clarity that ensues without that distraction. I actually notice Beadyeyed's adam's apple start to bulge, his mouth opening a little wider at each word, the muffled sound of his voice breaking through my earphones.

Ugh when will this bus ride end anyhow?