ALPHA: You want some pie?
BETA: That sounds good. What kind is it?
ALPHA: Strawberry rhubarb.
BETA: Really? I’ve never had that before. What’s it like?
ALPHA: I don’t know what you’re asking. It’s like pie. If you like pie, you’ll probably like it.
BETA: Okay … well, I don’t know. Strawberries I like. Not too sure about the rhubarb. What is that, anyway?
ALPHA: It’s just a vegetable. Kind of tart. Goes good with strawberries.
BETA: Well, I never heard of it. It’s a little strange for me. Unusual. Exotic. Alien.
BETA: Yeah, says you. I detect a hint of pro-rhubarb bias.
ALPHA: Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just because you’re not used to the idea—
BETA: You got anything else?
ALPHA: Not really. I could always go out in the yard and whip up a mud pie for you if—
BETA: Okay, I’ll have some of that.
ALPHA: That? What, mud pie?
ALPHA: I assume you’ve had mud pie before.
BETA: Oh, many times.
ALPHA: And did that ever work out well for you?
BETA: No. That’s not the issue. There’s a principle involved.
ALPHA: The strawberry rhubarb is right here. It’s perfectly good. You’ll like it.
BETA: But I never had it before. Too much of a risk. At least I’ve had mud pie before. Not since I was three, but still. There’s something to be said for familiarity.
ALPHA: Even if the thing you’re familiar with is not an acceptable alternative?
BETA: That’s your opinion.
ALPHA: But you admit the mud pie sucks.
BETA: But I’ll know what I’m getting. It will suck to a known degree.
ALPHA: [Sighs] Suit yourself. Can I ask you something else?
ALPHA: Are you voting for McCain?
BETA: Yeah! How did you know?
ALPHA: Lucky guess.