*looks at drew soberly*

she stunned me, knocked out janet, and... *clears throat, then looks up at the burning buiding* started that

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know,
Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God's heaven and hell.

~~ Oscar Wilde