She: Did you drink beer with dried cancers?
Cancer does not dry.
She: Why? The fish is dried.
I: Cancer is not a fish, it is an articulate.
She is like a turtle.
I: Turtles are floating.
She says: The swirling ones are snakes, and the turtles are mammals.
I: No, I am a wanderer.
She: Idiot, read the botanic.