There is nothing so important as piece of mind. Yes, you read correctly: piece of mind. I’m making no claims about peace. Just pieces. Your mind is a dense mass of cottage cheese that was microwaved just enough while you were in utero that you came out thinking you had something special up there, something to offer that no one else did. Well, that cottage cheese disaster led you astray. As far as things to offer go, you don’t have a whole lot to give, save maybe a few things of jelly beans. Listen to me sonny: take a piece of my mind, right up here! Naw, don’t be shy! Just stick your hand up there in my exposed brain and dig around a little while till you find a chunk you like. When you have that go on and open up that crap, I mean, trap door called your cranium and shove it on it. It can’t do a whole lot more with that bit from me: it’s just cottage cheese. But it’s somethin’ alright.