The setting: Emma waits in line to order her broccoli slice at the surprisingly fantastic pizza place down the street. In front of her is a surly, odorous Russian man staring at an array of sides, including broccoli rolls, spinach rolls, eggplant rolls, and chicken rolls. Each is labeled with a sign indicating its contents (such as BROCCOLI ROLL or SPINACH ROLL, for example).

Surly, Odorous Russian Man: WHAT ARE THOSE ROLL THINGS THERE!
Pizza Guy: They’re, uh, rolls?
SORM: YES BUT WHAT ARE THEY CALLED!
Pizza Guy: Well, those there are broccoli rolls, and those are spinach rolls, and those are eggplant rolls, and those on the right are chicken rolls.
SORM: BUT WHAT IS IN THEM!
Pizza Guy: The broccoli rolls have broccoli in them, and the spinach rolls have spinach in them. Same with the others.
SORM: SO YOU DON’T HAVE ANY WITHOUT MEAT IN THEM?
Pizza Guy: Uh… well, the chicken rolls have meat in them, but the others don’t?
SORM: YES BUT I AM VEGETARIAN, I CANNOT EAT MEAT!
Pizza Guy: Yes, only the chicken rolls have meat in them!
SORM: SO NOTHING WITHOUT MEAT?
Pizza Guy: No, see, the broccoli rolls and the spinach rolls and the eggplant rolls don’t have any meat.
SORM: LOOK I CANNOT STAY HERE ALL DAY, I HAVE A BUSINESS TO RUN! JUST GIVE ME A PLAIN SLICE!
Pizza Guy: (baffled) Um… okay, so just a slice? You don’t want one of the vegetable rolls?
SORM: I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS! I NEVER COME HERE AGAIN! (storms out)