It’s like if a gross-looking, mildly deranged prostitute walked up to you and said, “Hey, I’ll have sex with you for free.” Of course, you’d say yes. But then if one week later the prostitute said, “OK, I’m going to charge you a fee to have sex with my meth scabbed body now.”
You’d probably have sex with her again and again and again and again until you went broke and started getting religious tattoos and doing meth.
Man, that metaphor was way too tricky. It spiraled out of control and now I don’t remember the point of this post. Well, don’t do drugs, you young impressionable children!