Granted, but you take too many of them and die... if that's possible... and if it's not, you take too many of them, start bouncing off the walls, launch yourself into space, and die because of lack of oxygen in space.
I wish I wasn't too lazy to finish reading Eclipse.
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro