Listen, sport. There’s a lot I should be prosecuted for — frequent speeding, immature bathroom graffiti, that time in high school when I stole all of the Cokes from an unlocked vending machine — but, utilizing medical and scientific advances to have my super awesome boys ain’t one of them.
And the only thing here I can see leading to the death of anybody is your diarrhea stain of a mind, which clearly can’t comprehend the importance of things as vast as advancement of the human species nor as simple as why you shouldn’t make toast in the tub.
Don’t forget the butter, dip-shit.