Thus, the yet-to-be-renamed female stood before Gawd’s Tree-of-Sparkly. She was in awe with its shiny beauty, knowing nothing of the refractive index of light as it travels through differing densities of media.  As she stood admiring the tree, Gawd came swooping in from the nothingness. “DON’T TOUCH IT”, he yelled.  Then, before the female could respond, Gawd brought into the world a new creature to protect his Tree-of-Sparkly.  As there was little else left, the new creature was made from one of the many piles of multiplication that now dominated the landscape.  

“THIS!” said Gawd, “is a new being I have created to protect my Tree-of-Sparkly.  He shall be known as a ‘lawyer’.  His name shall be known as Beelzebubble.  His purpose in life is to prevent you from having what you desire most.  SO IT SHALL BE!”  

To this, Beelzebubble responded, “Thank you, Gawd.  I shall be honored and pleased to do your bidding.”

The female stared at them both, restraining her growing contempt.  As Gawd departed, she thought to herself, “This extreme-over-protection must be a testosterone thing.” 

Interrupting, said Beelzebubble, “The rules here have been clearly defined in this situation. This is Gawd’s Tree, and you are not allowed to touch it.”

“But..” mumbled the female.

“This falls under the definition of property.  You see, this tree is Gawd’s property.  Not yours.”

“But..”

“In order for there to be any level of sustained civilized conduct, there must be respect for property and ownership thereof.”

“But..”

“All members of a society must respect these rules of property or the whole system will collapse into chaos.”

“BUT..”

“It’s simple. This tree is Gawd’s tree.  He created it, and only he can touch it.  You respect his position on this, don’t you?”

“***BUT!!***”

“Look, you’re just going to have to accept these rules.  I can explain them for you , but you’re going to have to stop your infantile yapping and listen to me for just a minute…”

***!!!

“**FUCK**YOU!!**” screamed the female.

Thus did the female shove the lawyer into the nearest pile of multiplication, pull up the Tree-of-Shiny by its roots, and beat the lawyer with the tree until he ran away.

And thus was Adom’s attention drawn by the commotion, at which he found the yet-to-be-renamed female standing, panting heavily, holding a broken tree, with a rabid, savage look in her eyes. 

Amazed, thought Adom, “This must be an estrogen thing.”