Now that you have told them, blow some air at them, they'll evaporate. Exited by your newfound gift of logic and reason, you tell the building next to you that since everything in the world is composed of the same basic elements, it is exactly the same as a large pile of donuts.
The building does not turn into a large pile of donuts.
What did you expect? You were never the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, considering your present weight, the figurative tool in the shed that symbolizes you has become round and dull to the point of uselessness.
You eat another donut to make you feel better.