One minute you are here, with all the will and energy to mound a rabid bull and create some kind of new STD that will wash over the land, melting the sensory organs of all who stand in self-righteous dildo-hugging gluttony. The next, you are being held face down in a basin of stale wine so that your telepathic abilities can be triggered to help some gang of far-eastern extraction to cheat at the casino.
Please, just go and fuck yourself, you smelly pea-brained mutt!