If your accommodation is to sell my soul to a megacorp that works with the death squads that are eventually going to come for me, I'm gonna kick your crutches out from under you and laugh at how you can't get up in ways I wouldn't dream of if someone who hadn't chosen to violate my privacy and take what will in the near future be a risk with getting me put in a concentration camp, that person being hurt and suffering is funny in kind of a poetic way, where the same action on someone who hadn't decided their disability entitled them to violate my consent would just be fucked up and concerning.