What if I told you that I don’t need to work, because I’m in a psychiatric hospital, and they give me great food and even cocoa?! While you, social wh0res, are trying to prove your monetary superiority, I throw myself on haloperidol and check with a spoon, tapping the walls for wiretapping from the matrix.
I don’t need your guns, cool cars and yachts. I am above this material world. The God of Thor and Odin is in me. And from Cleopatra - the most powerful and awesome boner.