On the shores of the sea of thought and knowledge, you are an angry fiddler crab, angrily waiving it's big fat, threatening claw at beachgoers.
And along comes a 12 year old, armed with logic, and gives you a good swift kick off of the hill that you're defending, into the sea.
But you will be back. And you will tell them good, next time.
Poor tumbling crab.