I would.
I would if I could, but seeing as I'd rather keep those details private, it appears that the issue will be left to fester at my insides and good mood until it can feed itself no more or I stop caring. Whichever comes first. And it seems to me that it will die from hunger.
How asstronaughty of you.
That would work.
If I had a car, I'd drive all night long, blasting music. To take the highway and never come back. Wouldn't it be grand?