Frustrated by a machine. Frustrated by a galaxy full of fools!
"Fools!" he said aloud. No one heard him.
"You, there. Fool!"
"I?" asked the Galactic in surprise.
"You are a fool!"
"A concept I have often considered, but if you wish to belabor the point, I'll be most glad to maintain a stout defense."
"You are a fool!"
"Resolved," said the Galactic, "that I am not. You, as affirm—"
"Fool!"
"But parroting is not presenting argum—"