“You already know the answer to every question you ask.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean…your questions are formed from the limited vocabulary that humankind possesses, and the answer you desire also comes from this bank of limited vocabulary.”

The two men stuff some raw squid slathered in ink and turn to face the Pacific Ocean in front of them and shrug their shoulders at her.

The Pacific just laughs and burps a big wave right in their faces.