Imagine you REALLY like sausages, no, you LOVE sausages. You love sausages so much that you spend every spare bit of money you have on sausages, and only sausages. You take on debt to buy sausages, you work 3 jobs, to buy sausages. You love sausages.

Then, you look over at your neighbour, and they ALWAYS have sausages. There are just sausages everywhere, whenever you look over the fence, sausages spilling out of the windows, all over the back garden, it's a sausage fest.

You think, "Why can't I have so many sausages? I love sausages." You ask your neighbour how come they always have so many sausages, and they tell you that there's this weird hole in the basement that just spits out millions upon millions of sausages.

I've forgotten how this relates to your question, other than to say - how fucking nice are sausages?