"I don't know that a jet pack would cure all that ails you,” you might say. “Plus they are totally possible already and in reality they are just gay.”

Right. Flying over the treetops. Who would want to do that? Who's ever had that dream, besides everyone who's ever slept?

Sounds like someone needs a jet pack, stat.

Also they are definitely not “totally possible already.” The so-called "jet packs" they have now are the same ones they had in the 70s that Super Dave Osbourne used to crash to such comic effect. They went straight up, sort of, and you kind of hovered around, bored. The real jet-packs (and by "real" I mean the ones that don't exist yet) that cure depression are the ones that enable you basically to fly like Superman, and that's nothing to sneeze at.

That’s a pretty great saying, by the way, isn’t it? “Nothing to sneeze at.” “You know, that so-and-so is pretty good. Not at all the sort of thing you’d want to blow boogers all over.” Well yes, I guess it must be good then.