Hey, puppets.
There's pieces of plastic that have been passed several times through the bowels of various sea animals, and have now become part of Garbage Island, that have more character than you.
Should I need a pacemaker and the only material left to create one are puppet parts, I rather go with a heart transplant from one of the earlier mentioned sea animals. At least they won't smell as bad.
If one more session of burning useless, worthless, stinking plastic crap would mean the end of breathable air on Earth, it would still be worth it.
