White Heart. But again, that would entangle us in the past. I want to see the woman!
Red Sword. He wants to see the woman! He is a reactionary!
Purple Hair. Do not argue, brothers. For if we argue, we shall either settle the case by logic, which we repudiate, or by violence, so that we shall kill each other before we have a chance to decide about the woman.
Red Sword. Time server! I shall kill you all, and decide for myself.
Blue Face. Red cabbages, redness of blue cabbages, when breakfast is no cabbage in a potato. Cocoa crinkles!
Yellow Hat. He is right, brothers.
All. He is right.
Blue Face. We, who have exalted ourselves above all modes of thought, we who have cast aside all images and unfettered ourselves from all language and all sequence, we who have repudiated humanity; we have a right to fight a lower order with its own weapons. Caprice is our god; let us then have a caprice to judge this woman with logic and judicial procedure. Have you all this caprice?
All. We have.
Red Sword. I object: This is democracy.