I mean, no, but now, I’m saying, really, here, it’s okay that everyone has their own tastes and it’s absolutely true that every cockroach is beautiful to its mother, but exactly, what is it that’s so exclusive and intriguing about this kind of t-shirt offered as the coveted Prize (by lottery, for givnta) in exchange for the purchase of I don’t know how many billions [the more you buy, the better your chances of winning] of packs of two-colored "dolciniani" cookies (with the concrete risk of also winning a lovely subscription to diabetes starting from the age of 18).

Huh?