Don't be so sure...
In a 1950's Sci-Fi/Horror flick it always begins this way... Good Ideas, Advancement of Knowledge, etc...
But we know how it always ends, don't we?
The girl, forced into a corner, screaming insanely with her fist stuffed in her mouth as a horrible shadow looms up on her.
That's where we come in.
We kick the monster's ass and send it packing.
Isn't that right, Peep?
After years of eating and drinking whatever I wanted, "they" probably won't have much use for my organs. (Although I would still not give them up, simply on principle).
I do have, however, a couple of organs that science is going to have a difficult time duplicating ;-)
And the Peepster, or any other organ-goblin, damn sure isn't getting those