In other words, you're expecting me to, only to 
get the shipments out, cripple to some chemists' 
who deals in crutches (somebody lend me a car and 
the skill of driving), waste money for a pair of 
crutches which I will never use again (realise 
the waste of money?), try to force my (beyond-
average) weight on them, fall, break more f*cking 
limbs because I'm not the kind of crutch-walking 
athlete, and all for a few shipments..? Cool. I 
want your sense of humour! Sell me some! Come on, 
I give you $20/100 grams. I take a kilo!

Plus, whom did I insult..?