Ah ha! So the other day I was the one that had a nutty comment for Pika.

It was a welcome change to see the little bugger have a confused look on his face!
We were sitting at the conference table and there was a mosquito buzzing around and about us. Well I was just fine with ingoring it. But not Pika.
First he swats at it. Then he rolls up the preliminary engineering report I was working on (how considerate of him) and he hops up onto the table and makes a charge at the temporarily ground insect. And with swift and german effeciency he proceeds to smack the little bug right into the next plane of existence.
"Haha! You got to hell. You go to hell and you die!" Really, you have never seen anything dumb until you have seen a plushie standing on a table with a rolled up PER, pointing and yelling at an already dead bug. And then, the victory dance.
So I am sitting there in my chair, wiping bug goo off my report, when I tell him how unimpressed I am by his little display of plushie hunting. "Pft. So you got a mosquito. What's to hitting a mosquito? A mosquito is a mosquito."
"Screw you worker boy. I got the bug! I am victorious! I WIN!" All while still dancing I may add.
"Dude, mosquitos are like ... the circus clown of bugs."
And thus the dancing stops. "What the hell are you talking about? Mosquitos are clowns?"
"Yeah man, clowns. Big, goofy slow moving clowns. Oh sure they are annoying. But really how hard is it to hit a clown? You just walk up to him and smack him."

It was the look of indifference mingled with mild curiousity and a heatlhy helping of disdain. Pika was not amused. I could just tell. "Ok, so what kind of bug killing is impressive?"
"Flies."
"Flies? What kind of clown is a fly?"
"Flies aren't clowns. Flies are like ninjas. Fast. Agile and evil. Dude, now if you hit a fly ... you da man."
"So let me get this straight: mosquitos are clowns, flies are ninjas? And killing a mosquito is as impressive as swatting HooHoo the Clown but smacking a fly is a great feat?"
"Yup."
And with that Pika picked up his copy of "Kinky Barmaids" and swatted me in the head. "So, what's that make you?"
"Short sighted."
Prophet out.