C) Suicide. Because having my fingers turn into sausages would be the death of my career because it's hard to use Excel with sausage fingers (literal ones at least---my stubby mitts are another matter) and sweating mayo would be VERY bad for business networking, ensuring I'd have to be a hobbit in a hole and probably live in a meat locker. And sex would be out of the question---at least good sex would.
So I'd just kill myself.
So I'd just kill myself.