Poof Its done.
Your wrigting becomes horrible, Vorgon Horrible. After a terrorist reading of one of your poems it is decided (by several of the new senators, to replace thouse whoms bodies decided to kill the brain before enduring more then the already done portion of the reading) Your Skin is to be removed, Tanned, and flattened into paper. Your blood boiled into a black ink, And your brain to be used to emulsify the paper in a protective coloring. And printed upon as the new Billion dollar bills. Your bones to be sliced up to be used as coins., and your your meat sold at the butcher shop, thus turrning you into money.
I wish i was a little less morbid.