Every few years in Mediocritaxa are heard a natural phenomenon known by the local population as The Rumblings of Discontent. These rumblings erupt from the very belly of the earth below the city and affect the populus in a very frightening way, inflecting them for a period with a terrifying urge to be directly honest, to challenge each other and to break taboos.
Mediocritaxans deal with this terrible and fortunately infrequent period in a number of different ways:
1. (The most popular) To hide until the "storm" has passed. Anyone challenging the mediocrity is given a wide berth. Ears are plugged and no one is allowed to publicly mention or acknowledge the Rumblings of Discontent.
According to Mediocritaxans most revered psychologist, Dr Compromisiocretax: "The best way to overcome an attack of the Rumblings is to simply ignore them. Even better, treat them as a fiction, pretend they do not exist.
2. Mediocritaxans follow the advice of their philosophers and engage in a local pastime which counteract the most severe effects of the Rumblings. This pastime is called "Mock Praise".
Here is an example of mock praise taken from the
"If you are faced suddenly with a rumbling such as this:
"The food in this inn isn't properly cooked and tastes like wood."
Do not panic.
Simply answer thus:
"The chef tries his best and, besides, I quite like rock hard, cold potatoes."