Whimsical, with a serious theme
|"I've always viewed people as like apples and oranges. They're different kinds of fruit, but they're worth about the same."
"Let's talk turkey. Let's talk about our real feelings towards humanity. I believe no one can say a tramp is as good as a brain surgeon."
"We only see the parts of people they present to us. Could be the brain surgeon beats his wife, and performs unneeded operations just for money, and could be the tramp goes home every night and works on a great novel that will enlighten humanity."
"I could argue this point, but I will only say that this is unlikely, and even if the tramp is writing a great work of literature, do you think that's better than saving the life of a child, who might grow up and be a great writer too?"
"I could dispute this myself, but I will only say that we don't know a person's secrets. Maybe the brain surgeon is addicted to opium, and he is getting more and more careless and incompetent. Or, could be he is another Albert Schwitzer, and he saves the lives of many people without charging them exhorbitantly for the operation."
"So when we judge someone we can only go by the person's clothes, their bearing, and their reputation."
"So the off hand judgements we make of other people really aren't worth much."
"I wouldn't say that. First impressions count for a lot."
"Before we go any farther, let me tell you about Cheetah McGee."
"Who in the world is that?"
"He's a bum that hangs out by the railroad tracks drinking whiskey all day."
"Don't try to tell me he is as good as a brain surgeon."
"At one time he was a brain surgeon."
"Okay, don't try to tell me he is as good as a writer."
"He's written books highly respected by the critics and loved by the public."
"I bet he got addicted to morphine and had to be kicked out of his profession."
"No. As soon as his hands started shaking he resigned from surgery."
"Well okay. Then at one time Cheetah McGee was better than ninety-nine percent of the people on this planet."
"Except that now he is the sickest bum you can imagine."
"He got picked up by an unidentified flying object."
"Space aliens picked him up. At least that is what he says, and I believe him."
"Why did that destroy him?"
"He said that the space aliens were so much better than us that we could never be viewed as significant by them."
"This is a lot to take in. Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I am an alien in disguise. We destroyed our planet in a civil war with giant gamma ray guns this morning. We need the earth's help if we are going to survive."