"So are kitties."

"You go say that to Squishy's face! Or her children!"

"Okay."

"You have no heart, ghost!"

"Me? You're the one who's saying all the other animals aren't people."

"You've looked into Squishy's eyes!"

"So?"

"How could you not see the soul behind them?"

"Souls don't exist."

"Whether or not you personally believe in the existence of the human mind independent of physical matter, you surely understand the metaphor!"

She giggles. "I can't tell if a thing is a person by looking. And clearly neither can you, if you disagree with your sister about whether birds are people."

"Birdies are people, but not as people ish as kitties."

"Then how do you know dogs aren't people? Or cows? Or monkeys? Or salmon?"

"Haha, Moira, your husband is a cannibal!"

"Is not! And he's not my husband, mer don't have marriage."

"If he is you are too."

Stan lets out his best evil laugh. It's almost impressive.

She starts giggling, too.

"You guys are mean." He runs off.

She runs after!

Martin speeds up.

Well there's only so fast she can run.

Eventually, she catches up to Martin. He's crying.

"...hey, uh, what's wrong?"

"You keep saying my Squishy isn't a person!"

"...yeah? Why do you care what some stranger says?"