It's too late, you can't be saved. They're in your house. Eating your food. And someday, you will be drowning in shoes and dresses and makeup palettes and purses and you will wonder where it all came from.
I used to keep a stash of them in my desk at work and toss them at people who managed not to be an idiot for ten minutes. They're good for that, if nothing else. And for packing in the kids' lunchboxes.