it thrills and amazes me when mister emerges from the lake feeling like a youngster again, especially when he nabs a crunchy water bottle tossed casually aside by mf-ing single use litterbuggers. will there be a race that evolves from the waste of ours that lives on plastic? if only we could adapt to eat tar, drink oil, breathe natural gas, and frack ourselves silly, oh what a happy race of chuckle-headed humbuggers we would be.