"May I Use Your Soul?"

When you asked if you could borrow my soul, I didn't think you were going to do this with it.
I mean. I figured you would maybe cut it like some cheese. But you grated it into a bowl, mixed it with vinegar, threw it in a blender, fed it to a cow, milked said cow, froze the milk, mixed it with a gelatin, shaped it into some weird ferret shape, cut off the head of your sculpture, put it on a platter, and pronounced it done.

You. Tore. My. Soul. To. Pieces.

And beheaded a ferret sculpture?

Anyway, I'm sure it's beautiful.