Yes. YES! “I can science!” you think. “I can science all over this room!” The Penguins croon on endlessly, as you feel the perfect interlocking triangular sexpedal foot movements work in unison across your body, slowly moving up your thighs, the perfect mix of gentle pressure and motion, as the strings hit in the final chorus, they swarm, up from every crack, and descend upon your genitalia of indeterminate origin. Working together in an orgasmic display of sheer love and awakening, inter-stellar consciousness begins beaming into your third eye. You see it so clearly now, the Egyptians made love with the Roach Scarabs. They had to. How else would they have understood the power of the triangle without EXPERIENCING the sexpedal all over their bodies, one perfect triangle over the next, crawling, cumming YES!! The song climaxes again with you. Earth Angel love inspired the pyramids. You love these Earth Angels. They are yours. Fuck the rest of the starving world. How dare they want to take your special love away from you! They’re mine! You bolt up and barricade the door. You begin desperately moving your shelf, your desk, your piles of filthy clothes, stacking them against the door while stirring up even more roaches from all the nooks and crannies of your room. You are in love, and no selfish starving Africans will ever compromise that. How dare they? You fall back to your bed blissfully as they continue to swarm you sexually. Speaking of starving, you are feeling a bit peckish, so you open your mouth and allow them to fall in, crunching them up into your contented belly. There, your true love becomes one with you in a way even sex cannot attain. “Wow. They can love me AND feed me. Bliss! Bliss! I’ve attained oneness with the universe, Zen, my life purpose, mission, it’s all been fulfilled! I can live here forever, and want for nothing!” And there you have it. You’ve attained perfection. Trust me, I’m as shocked as you are, go figure.