‘A man stood in the center of Times Square at high noon slowly removing his clothing. The middle aged man then stood there as passer bys made gestures and sneered at his present presence. One man covered the eyes of his lady companion, obviously intimidated by the size differential within his manhood. As the said man looked at his own flesh he began to consider all the trouble it had gotten him into up to that point. So, he squatted down and reached into the left pocket of his crumpled up jeans that lay at his feet and produced a rather large pair of scissors and proceeded to cut through his fleshy surface starting at his crotch and moving his way up and throughout the extended limbs. Once complete the elastic costume fell to the ground leaving an array of fibrous tissue exposed. He then flexed his muscle and realized the surrounding people were not impressed so he continued his assault upon his own body and proceeded to cut through the expanded fibers. These were a slight bit more difficult to remove. Tearing at the material, the man eventually had removed the last of the muscular tissue leaving a tall thin skeleton standing in the middle of Time Square. A small Cocker Spaniel that was being walked by a young woman with blonde hair well endowed in the right areas began to nibble on the left toe of the pathetic remnants. Worried for her beloved pet’s safety, she tugged at the light pink leash leading it far enough out of harm’s way. Suspecting the protective casing was useless to the vital organs the skeleton was casing, the concerned man tore at the skeletal frame, breaking the center of the rib cage causing the structure to fall limp less to the ground with only his heart remaining, elevated in the air, in the center of Times Square. A young lady glanced at the floating, pulsing organ and then turned to her friend and stated, “What a useless thing that is!”’