A rock is dumber than a frog. It cannot speak. It cannot breath. It
cannot move. It cannot live. It cannot even watch TV. It is dumber than a
fish. All it can do is go "OMMMMM" all day in a thought balloon. An
believe me, I don't hold no birthday parties for no rocks. It is not
Christmas or Forthly Bold Julia Child, either. You cannot make a souffle
out of a rock. Even if you grind it to powder with a rock-grinding
machine which is entirely composed of razor-sharp diamonds, it will still
give you indigestion. Because a rock is dumb. It has no feelings. You can
kick it and you will just hurt your foot. You can throw it out of an
airplane but it will just have sex when it lands, and make little rocks.
You can make a stone ax out of it, but then you will turn into a
primitive dweeb.Bolines turn into rocks when they are frightened, because
bolines are wise craetures. Armadillos are not so lucky, because when you
run over them with a car you get armadillo roadkill. Not so for Mister
Rock, who is way dumber than that, and thus you cannot kill him. He is
immortal. Amen.
-Agsts "even dumber than a rock, and therefore superior to both of you" QPM