Brain Fertilizer

...looks like I chose a bad time to stop sniffing glue...!

UPDATE: I have just been informed that I inadvertantly stole this point from the Llama Butchers. Now that this has been pointed out, I must say that I thought of this on my own before I didn't think of it on my own. Or something.

I'm so humiliated.

I die. My shame causes my cheeks to turn red, emitting infrared radiation to the point that the average temperature of all the seas raises 4 degrees, killing 90% of the sea life. Their bloated carcasses wash up on the shores, and the poison gas from their decomposing bodies blights crops, and all those who do not die from tainted atmosphere die in turn from starvation. Oh, the embarassment!