You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.
God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
