Man: Look, this isn’t an argument.
Mr. Vibrating: Yes it is.
Man: No it isn’t, it’s just contradiction.
Mr. Vibrating: No it isn’t.
Man: It is.
Mr. Vibrating: It is not.
Man: Look, you contradicted me.
Mr. Vibrating: I did not.
Man: Oh you did.
Mr. Vibrating: No, no, no.
Man: You did just then.
Mr. Vibrating: Nonsense.
Man: Oh, this is futile.
Mr. Vibrating: No it isn’t.
Man: I came here for a good argument.
Mr. Vibrating: No, you didn’t. No, you came here for an argument.
Man: An argument isn’t just contradiction.
Mr. Vibrating: It can be.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.