Granted! Now you never have to get a hair cut. All your hairs have been replaced by money. Unfortunately you start shitting out nickels, dimes, quarters and those dreaded half dollars. Ouch.
I wish the cunt that we rent to that lives upstairs would jump out of her window and die.
However instead of receiving the Crown of Command, you get the Tiara of Tepidness. The tiara imbues upon you the power of mediocrity and you become ragingly ambivalent.