I'm a dolphin trapped in a man's body. I demand a dolphin-friendly bathroom with a giant salt water tank. (It is, of course, "hate speech" to suggest these sad souls should be directed to the toilets in the loony bin as soon as they try to hire some quack to butcher them, and that the butchering "doctors" who prey on obviously deeply psychologically disturbed individuals should be directed to the toilet facilities in San Quentin. Wonko the Sane was right.)