Oh, hesh up folks, it's the "scratchus myus assus" principle that states: "if thy buttocks itch, by all means scratch where it itches, because even that infinitesimally small improvement in your condition improves the universe as a whole".
Therefore, if I get a good suggestion as to where I eat, the fate of the Earth is improved! [It's like stacking up a tee of baseballs, closing your eyes, and swinging, boss] [WI I cared? She's mine] [Yeah, nice ass, tits, smart, and fox, a lady by all definitions of the word] [don't start with the Jimi thing again] [I'm more interested in how you're going to explain Orcs now] [haven't thought about it] [yeah right] [yeah, I know who and what they are, actually] [gonna tell?] [Uh, no] [get it?] [that's stupid] [like swinging at a column of baseballs stacked 13 feet high] [you get the idea; 45 more years of this is way cool!]
