Near the end the farmer has Mike take a little boat out into a pool of fluid thats left over from the processing of the dung into flower pot material.  This pool is pretty much the piss that got squeezed out of the muck that was on the floor of the barn that they scraped squeegeed into the collector to start this process.

Well of late I'd rather take a swim in that pool on a hot summer day than go to the daily grind.

I think its become an issue of have to do's vs. want to/fun to or interesting to do's.  Honestly it all couldn't suck more.  Bored to tears, falling behind in a technological sense since I can't ever seem to work on anything new, I don't use one bit of tech lately that was created after 2001.

Ugh...just a rant ignore...I had to get it out of head so perhaps I could move on.