Greg: It's a pleasure to have you here this week, Emperor. Er, um, uh, did you forget something, perhaps, my lord?
Emperor: Hmm, what? What are you talking about, my good man? Forget something? Me? Well of course I haven't forgotten anything.
Greg: Really? Because I think you very well may have.
Emperor: I most certainly have not. Why do you ask?
Greg: Well it's just that...forgive me if I seem rude, but, well. You're in your underwear.
Emperor: Am I? Am I really? Or are you too dimwitted to see these fine clothes? The tailors said that those who are unfit for their positions, or simply stupid would not be able to see the thread that these clothes are made from. It's too bad for you, really. You seemed so nice and not stupid at all, but there you are. You can't see them, so it must be so.
In fact, these clothes are so comfortable, that it hardly seems like I'm wearing anything at all. I think I should have some underwear made to go with them.
Greg: No!!! I mean, how can you be so sure that the tailors were telling you the truth? After all, that little boy in the crowd could see that you did not have any clothes on.
