Every day I encounter hundreds of people. So so so many are animals. Very rarely there are times when I meet an individual that I suspect might also have a soul. Closer scrutiny usually reveals that these are false suspicions, but I have not yet given hope. Of the millions of filthy beasts of lust and lechery, there must be a human driven by love. When I meet this one with a soul, we will present them to eachother, and weigh them. And we will rejoice in knowing how great it is to be human.
Oh, and don't dare doubt what such a grand thing to be a human bean.