Why is it alright to be going around, going mental with a gun, shooting all the monkeys and killing them? Because one day we're going to run out.

We're just a weed in the universe

A slug is always on its own. It's a lonely insect.

You don't have to do it straight away, but just do it before it gets really bad.

So you're sayin that it's easy to send somat up to space, but you don't believe there's a little banana machine?

I'm a bit rubbish at knowing when something is good. But if it goes out and I can say, "I wasn't as bad as I thought I would be", then I'll be happy. Until then, I'll be thinking, "I shouldn't be here!"

It's interesting to see that people had so much clutter even thousands of years ago. The only way to get rid of it all was to bury it, and then some archaeologist went and dug it all up.