A nematode, a group of self-organizing slime mold cells and a brown bat are playing golf.
“I’m just sick about the Germany-Turkey game,” says the nematode.
“Fucking Ballack, man,” says the self-organizing slime mold cells.
“I hate Ballack too,” says the brown bat. “Hate him.”
“Worst thing is he’s so good,” says the nematode.
“I hate his face,” says the self-organizing slime mold cells.
“Damn, I wanted the Turks to win,” says the brown bat.
Then they get into an argument over which is better, joy or happiness.
“That’s where America went wrong,” says the nematode. “Enshrining the pursuit of happiness like that. Like happiness is a sensible goal.”
“I’m all about joy,” says the self-organizing slime mold cells.
“I’ll tell you where America went wrong,” says the brown bat. “It went wrong in the 1970s when Jane Fonda got everyone going on the aerobics thing.”
“I think it was the eighties,” says the nematode.
“Late seventies and early eighties,” says the self-organizing slime mold cells.
“That’s where the country went wrong. There was a fork in the road and they took it,” says the brown bat.
“Yogi Berra,” says the nematode.
“What would the other option have been,” says the self-organizing slime mold cells.
“Solid Potato Salad,” says the brown bat.
“Awesome,” says the nematode.