I've given up the evil tobacco. I'm ready to collect my returns now, at your convenience.
My health? What is that? I can't eat it. I can't wear it. I can't take it to dinner. I can't even see it. (I have a cold, so I still can't taste anything and my throat still feels terrible when I wake up. It doesn't look like anything else has changed either.)
I deserve an exotic, immense worldly reward. Gimme.
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