A
conversation overheard between two grumpy, elderly figures:
Old Shape 1: I tell
ya. Those dirtball cubes are taking over the neighborhood. No respect for
anything. Their angles don't even add up!
Old Shape 2: Tell me
about it. But what can ya do? At least they ain't as bad as 'em triangle delinquents
out by the park! Isosceles punks...
Each
generation hypocritically resents the next, like circles blaming squares for
ruining geometry.
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