: Stoller: Sorry, that's a feeble argument. [Neither of us knows 'what's going on in the mind' of a capitalist or a corporal trained at the school of assassins---but we still reject their values.]
: : I merely turned your own argument back on you, comrade.
: Did you? Sure looked like a dodge to me.
That's because you see the world through red-tinted glasses, comrade. And that's been the source of many of our disagreements all along. But that's okay -- I see the world through animal-shaped lenses, and I'm incapable of not arguing with those who see things differently.
So it goes.
*takes last swig of beer, throws it drunkenly in Barry's direction, and passes out, thus discovering one surefire way to stop arguing*