I wasn't consulted regarding what sort of people would be my parents upon coming into the world, why should you get that kind of choice?

That's different. I entered a binding legal contract with no former knowledge?

You ever actually read the Terms of Usage when installing a program, or do you just mindlessly click "I Agree"?

I've read about half of it once. Usually click I agree. I figure why not? It's not like I have anything important on a computer. :P

Well you don't have anything important on the back side of your pelvis either, so there should be no problem on ceding authority over it to myself.

My ability to pass solid waste is based in that region.

That reminds me, you're not allowed to do that anymore.

What will I do with solid waste then?!

*directs Corn to the South Park episode "Red Hot Catholic Love" for further instructions*

I've seen that episode but I've never wanted my excrement on my taste receptacles.

*burns them off*

Well... that takes care of that. But still... never wanted it coming out of my mouth.

Just close your eyes and I'm sure you won't notice a thing.

Even without taste I will feel the slippery, mushy feel and know what it is.

Well I guess that's just a hang-up you'll have to try and get over, isn't it?

Unless I rebel against your decree that I can no longer use the primary poop-shooter.

My word is absolute!  >:(

*puts on the war paint* :D

*it attracts the bees*

*smears honey on badco to divert the bees*

*they join the flies already drawn to him by his odor*

*throws dust of broken heart at reyler*

*basks in the glow*

Do you remember/know what that is from?

Possibly; I can't catalogue all my knowledge.