 I have, uh, I can prove to the world, can I not, that one can live purely even in a bad environment? And the bird suggests, but you haven't lived. Be modern. Come with me to another world. And so the little lily agreed, and the little bird nipped away at the stem and carried the willy away. It was wonderful for a day or two, and then the lily began to fade, and there's nothing that smells worse than a dead lily.