As he strolled through the forest, Poison Pie ran into many of his friends. First he met Shaggy, lilting about. Poison Pie stopped and, saying nothing, modeled his new smile, meaningless and inscrutable. "What do you think?" he asked. Shaggy said, "Groovy, man." Poison Pie was upset. Groovy was neither meaningless nor inscrutable. He stalked off.