“I could, if I so chose, grind a broken bottle into my face, then punch all the shards in, safe in the knowledge that I couldn’t be any more hideous than before. How liberating is that? Sometimes I can scarcely contain the joy.”—Charlie Brooker
and he touches Skittles… how many Skittles does it make? One for one? Five for one?
Probably none, since it’d be a conversion of mass of x to an equal mass of Skittles. So if we convert the mass of one Skittle into Skittles, it would be one Skittle.
Maybe it would change colour.
I’m looking forward to the followup advert where he turns his baby into skittles, then his greiving family.
And then he’d go on a rampage, turning everyone and everything into skittles as he keeps trying to kill himself but whatever he does, the instrument of death just becomes skittles, so he has to slowly die by eating skittles until he get diabetes.