Good morning lunacy, how about a little ride-a-round this pathetic queen? Will you bring the scalpel or shall I? My lady is no treat, no tramp, no whore, no love, for me? My lover bears no cubs, should I be sorry? Ho ho ho.

Alas, it be seen! A demon of seduction, a brat known as function and logic dubbed reduction. My dear sweets, dissatisfaction granted and humanity for the price of... me? Ha ha ha. Humanity is the ham in your sandwich. Dearie, bread is cheap! Such sustainability feeding such hunger. Does it leave one intrigued?

Well well, blandness is flavour. Porcelain is China. Trust is free? Reconstruction this notion, reconsult these witches, renew these potions, reveal my nation, your liberation.

You, me and what fucking decency?