"MY fault?! How is this MY fault? I'M right where I need to be, right in the milking stall where I come every evening, and wait for YOU to hook me up. This obscene donkey body does what it does best, I get some relief from these endlessly bloating things, and you get grade-A certified 100% donkey milk you can sell, or do whatever freaky things you want do with it. Not my concern. The point is, I wouldn't be uncomfortably dribbling into the dirt floor if you'd been on time. It's not like the schedule ever changes...just...just forget it. I need those suction cups more than I need to berate you right now. C'mon..."