"Or," continued Poison Pie, "Predatory beings from the butterflyhead nebula launch a counter-offensive in defense of humanity, squashing the minions of Watermelonia like the bugs they are." "I find that unlikely," I said to Poison Pie. "Unlikely that a butterfly could best a watermelon? Or unlikely that butterflies would find any justice in defending humanity." "Both, I guess." "That's only because you are a jaded, hardened jackanape, who doesn't believe in justice, neither on a human scale nor on a cosmic scale, neither as an abstract concept nor as a concrete reality to be dispensed in a courtroom. You are a sad, cynical misanthrope, hiding behind a flimsy veneer of optimistic clichés." "While you may have the gist of it right, I think your dramatic excesses have overstated my position."