I can't keep sticking my neck out for people like this. The action alone is terrible for my back. Everything that I once held close to my heart is falling apart. I hate that I'm still rhyming too. Consider the water bottle. It's carefully crafted to hold the weight of water. Once it's primary capacity runs dry, the cooperative accomplice may choose to refill the contents to maximum volume. However, more often than not, the user feels more inclined to toss the used water bottle away and buy a new one--more readily available to their eyes--instead of relying on the durability of the preexisting tool. In due time, the old feels better being bitter. That's me, currently.