Steve: Tough day on the hill, eh, Walt?
Walt: You said it, Steve-o. I must have carried about ten times my body weight a few hundred times.
Steve: What's that work out to?
Walt: No idea. That's math I can't handle.
Steve: True that.
(A long pause. The two ants clean their antennae.)
Steve: Ever wonder if there is something more up there? Like -- I dunno. A Supreme Ant?
Walt: What the hell are you talking about?
Steve: Like an Ant of All Ants -- an ant who calls the shots for us. An ant who can do anything, see everything -- travel distances that would take us lifetimes in only a day. That kind of thing.
Walt: Are you an idiot?
Steve: No. Listen. Once I saw a great thing come out of the sky and smash four hundred ants at once.
Walt: So?
Steve: The Supreme Ant was angry. How else would you explain it?
Walt: Well, not with a Supreme Ant fairytale, I can tell you that. That goes against everything we know. It's ridiculous.
Steve: Why is it ridiculous?
Walt: Because, it is.
Steve: And what about the time the Great Sugar Mound just fell out of the sky? Remember that?
Walt: Yes. But . . .
Steve: A gift from he Supreme Ant. Nothing else it could be.
Walt: Steve, it could be lots of stuff . . .
Steve: Like what.
Walt: I don't know. Like, an accident. Stuff happens that we don't understand. It doesn't mean there is something bigger than us up there.
Steve: Well, what does it mean then?
Walt: I don't know, but a Supreme Ant is foolish.
Steve: Why?
Walt: Because it is. Because it doesn't add up, logically, that there is a being up there that are is much more powerful than us. Why do you think it is foolish not to believe in a Supreme Ant?
Steve: Because it is. I just know He is up there.
Walt: You're an idiot.
Steve: You're an idiot.
At that exact moment, an eight-year-old boy sat on a bench to eat his ice cream and crushed the life out of Steve, Walt and every friend they ever had.
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