I would replace both my nuts with shiny metal limited edition ¥3,000 oopas if it meant Mayuri-chan would look longinly at me like she does that supple silver sphere. Alpha world-Line version of course, no traps allowed near my autistic time-traveling orphan waifu. Plus, in the event of a fire I want to know that my testicles are helping to prevent World War 3 and safeguard humanity from the egotistical desires of a fat filicideal faux-Russian, looking to plunge the world into chaos, all because his red-haired daughteru isn't willing to give her papa even the tiniest of sexual favours.