bwaaaaahhh!
Granted.
But, a junior mint loving monster eats them all and the world is now breastless, except for I guess manboobs. Without female breasts, the bra industry can no longer support itself, sexy ads are no longer around to entice people to buy stuff, so the international economy tanks. Of course, the baby formula industry thrives.
Without her breasts to substantiate her self esteem (and ratings), Jennifer Love Hewitt kills herself. Which, spares us from any more episodes of the now unwatchable Ghost Whisperer. It is replaced by a new show with Bronson Pinchot as a streetwise detective partnered up with a goofy-yet-lovable anthropomorphic giraffe; together they fight crime. The Bearchive gets invaded by penis enthusiasts, and morphers talents are turned that way. Worst of all, Junior Mint are no longer produced and you have to change your favorite candy to either Twix™ or Big Red™ gum. It's not just red, it's Big Red™.
I wish Brad Pitt gets an Oscar for his fabulous performance as Benjamin Button.