In which DelphiGoth puns his way into the hearts of the CS Mafia

(The scene: MIKE, HEATHER, MEREDITH, and DELPHIGOTH are at Peking Buffet, occupying valuable table space while digesting copious amounts of Chinese food. The topic of conversation has been fashion sense.)

MEREDITH: ... You know, you could probably set up a data-mining system to pick out matching clothes for you -- do it as a nearest-neighbour function. Of course then you'd need to come up with a function that defined 'closeness' between shades so that it actually picked things that looked good together, but it could be done.
DELPHIGOTH: Or you could do it as an expert system, you know, rules that say 'stripes don't go with polka dots.'
MEREDITH: Hey, yeah -- get the guys from "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" to give you a list of rules ...
DELPHIGOTH: Would that make it a Gay-I?

(EVERYONE EXCEPT DELPHIGOTH dissolves into pained laughter.)