Yeah I hear ya, things seem much more rewarding when you do it yourself.Like blowing up a cafe with a bomb you made all by yourself. I mean you could have wished for an entire field of daffodils for you to frolic in, but you didn't. Though I'm more of a daisies guy myself.

...speaking of frolicking, I can't help but notice your feet. You're not human are you? Or did genetics just fuck you up big time?