A hypothetical debate.

A man is walking down a street. The man loves eating chocolate cake. He just can't live without it. Outside a pastry, he sees a sign saying: "We offer a completely free piece of chocolate cake inside the shop. Just ask the cashier." When he reads that, the man becomes all excited and quickly enters the shop. He approaches the counter and addresses the young lady that appears to be the cashier. "Excuse me", he says. "But I believe you are handing out free chocolate cake. I'd like some of that." With a wide smile on her face, the cashier responds, "Why sure, just give me a minute."

After a few minutes, the cashier returns with a plate of something that appears to be cake, but is white and has a few pink parts sticking out. The man raises a brow at the appearance of this supposed 'chocolate cake'. "I'm sorry", he says politely, "but I don't think this is chocolate cake." With a smile still on her young face, the cashier says,"Of course it is, I assure you that this is chocolate cake which I baked with my very own hands." A little annoyed, the man asks back. "But the color is off, there are even a few pieces of... something pink sticking out of the side. What's the deal with that?" Smiling less, the cashier responds, "Well, it's white chocolate and those pink parts are strawberry jam. Please try it, I put a lot of work into it and I think it's delicious."

The man furrows his brow and narrows his eyes at the cashier. "You advertised chocolate cake. Chocolate cake is brown, tastes like chocolate, and has no jam. This is no chocolate cake. You lied. When the cashier hears that, she grimaces. "But sir, this is still chocolate cake, the chocolate is just white and the strawberry jam is just my twist on the recipe." Still annoyed, the man responds. "Then your poster should have read, 'We offer a completely free piece of white chocolate cake with strawberry jam. This is NOT chocolate cake." Disappointed and feeling ridiculed, the cashier responds, "Well look here sir, this recipe is delicious, and one of my other costumers told me that it would be a great hit. Please respect that."

Suddenly, a second, rather obese man walked in the shop and approached the counter. He said, "Hey Annie, where's my piece?" The cashier smiled and gave the man a plate containing the very same cake that the other man was having. The second man lowered his pants and began masturbating furiously over the piece of cake. The first man's eyes grew wide and with a snarl, he asked the cashier. "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?" The cashier had a rather disinterested expression on her face, as if this was something completely normal. "The kind sir over here wanted a piece of the cake I made. I gave it to him. He paid money for it." Furious, the first man exited the shop.

This is allegory.