If there's any hope for the future and the modern concept of beauty is obsolete, people a hundred years from now are going to look back at us and say, "They did what to look good? Oh, man!" They will then paralyse themselves with laughter, the smug bastards.

Hey, kids! Let's inject a major toxin into our faces! And, when we're finished with that, we can overdose on bleach and black tar heroin!

When I am old, I will be ugly. This is my promise to the world.