This chapter's epigraph is from a poem by the same name. It's a poem about a guy who's really, really bad at dealing with people. He's so bad that he can't figure out how to deal with a human being. This guy is so bad, in fact, that he's going to take a bunch of the fruit from the Buddha's chest and use it to beat the living hell out of the human beings. This is going to be a long, long fight, but it's worth it. The Buddha says, "Damn it, this human is such a hard-to-deal-with person. Forget it, I'll take some of the Buddha fruit first. There are so many flaws in the human's moves, and the Buddha is so good at them that he should be able to beat