But, but, why? I haven't even begun to opine about the serious repercussions when elephantine proportions of equally skilled, yet destructible masses of whining ostriches transcend into belittling molecules that spontaneously fire while perfidious corporate executives start calculating the light photons descending into a wild mixture of really crazy chimney blocks.
Not to mention, while extra piles of sadistic blobfish are being exonerated at the precious, yet mystifying moment of stratifying silence, you, my friend, are simply materializing into microscopic particles of serene glossy embrace while I sit here and cry.
You should be sad, too.