What happened to you could have been worse - it could have happened to me.
You are what you eat, but eventually you become what eats you.
Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.
We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.
Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?