...Since the oil's going to run out in my lifetime, and the whole paper-thin charade of modern life is going to right down the toilet at about the same time, does it really matter if I hand an essay in late?
Yes, yes, of course it does. Stupid conscience. 'Ow come you've suddenly come back into me work ethic, eh? Troublemaking little git. Stuff off and pester a puppet, already.