“...to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively
that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford
to have is a sense of proportion.”
― Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
"what is that? what is that?"
"is that wine? wine on my counter? or is it...oh god, is it blood?"
even after an up-close scrutiny on your behalf, it's still to close to call. which would you rather?
"i am going to give them what for...i said they could cook in here, not permanently stain my counters and devalue the house."