I forget which episode it was, but on Last Week Tonight someone compared some process to “turning a fried chicken nugget back into a live chicken.” To which John replied “If you managed that, that chicken would be FUCKED UP. Imagine the poetry it would write, ‘the things that I saw, buck buck bacaw…’”

A sponge can un-puree itself but I bet there’s a kind of scream we can’t hear that it would never stop making.

Not after I’m done, never be the same again…

I think the star trek transporter debate is more apt.