Well this won't end well.
Well fuck that, I don't care what the Frankenstein doctors do afterwards, They can have at the bits, I just want it to end when it ends. Fini, no more. As in ceased to be. Expired, metabolic processes are now history, shuffled off this mortal coil. I wish to be an ex parrot.
When the time comes, that's all I ask. Jeebus, we have to find this out now, after all these millenniums and epochs.