I walk in and find a bunch of balloons just hanging out and I ask who they belong to. You pipe up and say they are yours. I talk about how pretty some of them are and how ugly some of them are as I play with them and squeeze them. I ask you if I can pop one and you protest but I don't care what you say and I pop it anyway. It was an ugly one after all, you won't miss it. You know popping that one balloon was fun I think I want to pop more of them. You are horrified and beg me to not pop any more of your balloons but popping them is just too much fun.