[Night. Too late for food. Too late for baked potatoes. Schmutzie and Palinode, protected by darkness, are having baked potatoes.]
Schmutzie: I'm craving toasted marshmallows.
Palinode: I'm craving marshmallow toast.
Schmutzie: What is that?
Palinode: That is the exact opposite of what you're craving.
Schmutzie: But what exactly is it?
Palinode: It's toast made of marshmallows.
Schmutzie: So we want the same thing.
Palinode: Not at all.
Schmutzie: Completely at all.
Palinode: Nuh-uh. You want to take a marshmallow and toast it. I want a piece of toast that's made of marshmallow.
Schmutzie: The final product would be the same. And it would taste awesome.
Palinode: Would you put cheese and pastrami on your toasted marshmallow?
Schmutzie: Um... no.
Palinode: But I'd put cheese and pastrami on mine because it's toast.
Schmutzie: You're changing the food. You can't win the argument by talking about cheese and deli meat.
Palinode: I'm just providing an example of the uses of my marshmallow toast. I'd put pastrami on mine.
Schmutzie: No you WOULDN'T, because marshmallow toast doesn't EXIST.
Palinode: I introduced pastrami as a substantive addition to my assumed marshmallow toast. QED.
Schmutzie: I'm holding a sharp knife.