"I don't know how to skin a cat, but I'll let anyone skin my cat so long as they tell me with confidence, in a way that I understand, that they know how to. And especially if they tell me, with confidence, in the most dopamine quenching way, the people I've trusted my cat skinning to all these years have turned into cat skinning weasels. And especially especially if I have less in common with the cat skinning weasels. I mean, I'm not weasel, and the world is full of weasels, so odds are anyone not like me is one."

Okay I think I have a new fictiony thing to write.