Hey you! Yes, you! You with the rich parents who have made sure you had everything you ever wanted! And you, with the powerful parents who got you into the right school, the right university, and the right job, no questions asked! ALL OF YOU!
Guess what? My mum sent me a letter today containing a little mutant from the inside of a Dalek that she had knitted herself. So consider yourself trumped, because in the three seconds it takes to open an envelope my week was made.
That’s what love is people. It’s making a squishy thing with tentacles from a sci-fi show you don’t even watch because you know it’ll mean the world to someone else. It’s not what you have by circumstance, it’s what you give by choice, and I’m incredibly lucky to be surrounded by givers.
My kaled mutant agrees, and suggests you obey (he says that a lot).