"Hey dere young man, you heard uh da Illuminati? Da ones gonna control us and alla dat?"
The dashing young man pulls back his hood to reveal the face of a young George Washington. He smiles and says, "Yes. I have. And I hear tale of a wind of a rumour they are lurking about." Dismounting his horse, he adds, "I also hear they are afoot in these parts."
Then the horse farted and George farted and it was all pleasant conspiracy shit afterwoods.
Everyone laughed at the farts. You had to be there.