I'll have you know that that hat saved my life. My pixie sticks addiction had conquered me. Things had gotten so bad, I was selling myself on the streets, doing the Charleston and other old-timey dances for a nickel a pop, just so's I could get enough money to buy another hit of the Devil's Powder and all it's sweet, sugary goodness. Then, one day, the BAH came by. He said, "There's a better way to live." I cleaned myself up right then and there. If it wasn't for the BAH, I'd be lying in a gutter in a diabetic coma.
For those cheering the hat's destruction, ask yourselves this- how many more were touched by the hat?