I am not invested in my husk, so the idea that I should pay someone on television to elevate it somehow is preposterous. This is the cloud of interstellar junk that happened to congregate around my consciousness; it’s functionally a waste product. I don’t want to improve it, I want it cleaned off. As I have suggested previously, I resent the entire notion of a body as an ante and then raise you a generalized dissatisfaction with physicality itself.
|—||Jerry Holkins, Penny Arcade|