I just finished having this conversation at the office:
Big Gay MoMo: "Where are you going right now?'
Z: "Back to my desk.?."
MoMo: "Really? mmm.. Because, well...."
Z: "Ugh. Just spill it. These talks never end well. You might as well just get whatever it is out there."
MoMo: "Ok. Well, JL is worried that you are going to tell on us because we were talking about boobs."
Z: "Um. What? You were? Do I care? I don't think so. What are you talking about?"
MoMo: "Well, he's paranoid. Did you even hear us talking about boobs? Because we weren't talking about yours. We were talking about transvestite boobs."
Z: "...No...I wasn't aware of any conversation involving boobs, mine or otherwise by you or anyone else. And even if I had, I'd laugh. I suppose you can go tell JL that I won't be reporting him for not talking about my boobs? Or transvestite boobs? Or whatever you need to tell him to make this conversation not happen again?"