I'm hungry. I want toast. With jam. Air lift them to some other place where hungry people are and they can gnaw on the fuckers and pick the fuzz out from between their teeth, afterward. I want ONE bloody piece of toast. Now THAT'S basically in some hairy bollocks stomach instead of MY stomach, where it rightfully belonged.
I paid for that bread. I should've gotten to eat it. Before it turned green and fuzzy. And I tried to pick those bits off and make it into toast anyway.