[ WP ] The year is 3173 . The universe is for sale .

`` No, daddy, I want *that* one! **That** one, daddy! **THAT ONE**!'' 
 `` But, *why*, sugarplum, why would you choose *that* one?'' 
 `` It's perfect, daddy. I want it.'' 
 `` Honestly, I do n't see how children get these ideas in their head...'' 
 `` W-what's wrong with it? *I* like it.'' 
 `` Well, look at it, honey. It's got all these irregularities, oddities and such. I mean, what the Hell even *is* that gravity stuff all about? Look at this one, darling, it's got set laws of physics *and* it even has a built-in God!'' 
 `` No. I want *that* one, daddy. Buy it for me! **NOW**!'' 
 `` Alright, sweetie, it's your choice. But if you let this thing turn to shreds, I'm *not* getting you another one.'' 
 `` That's fine, daddy. I love *this* one right here.''
