... or, you could carry moonbeams home in a jar. You could go shopping for a snack. And, you know, nibble on a Pitt?
So much for musical whimsy. Down to business: How about some Angelina chops? Some Brad burgers or Pitt pits? No, we're not talking about acting abilities or World War Z cuisine. Not really.
We're talking Soylent Sausages here. Or, as a buddy chimed in, The Other White Meat. Yes: It's what for barter, if the dollar fails. Or, as another one emailed: Is this Soylent Bling?
Yes, it's all of those things. And more. Too much more.
For the ultimate in a concept that's really hard to swallow, how about snagging some celebrity tissue samples and making artisanal salami out of that lab-grown meat?
(We'll wait here. Go back and re-read that if you like. Take your time absorbing that one, and re-spool your mind as needed. OK -- done? Good deal. Onward.)
Yes, it's recipe time: Take a quick biopsy. Then, isolate some muscle stem cells. Next, plop it all into the proprietary bioreactor. Finally, set the controls to the heart of the sun, and voila -- Jennifer Lawrence meatballs, maybe. James Franco marinade. Kanye West under glass. Ellen DeGeneres on a cedar plank, perhaps, hot from the grill.
We can only hope we don't get into Jay Leno tartare, if you know what I mean.