After watching what happened to Joe and me, I bet you Allan feels like a soldier who just saw his best buddies annihilated and sees a rocket pointed right at him. So Cupid, I'm going on the offensive. I'm severing all ties between us. Cupid, I think you're a fraud and a fake. You're a cruelhearted and bogus psychopath in a winged baby's body.
Love is nothing but pain, sorrow, blackness, heartache and misery.
Love is the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I'd rather swan-dive into thumbtacks than experience it again. From now on, Cupid, don't mess with my feelings. Leave me alone when I'm walking around campus, listening to my Walkman blare the mix tape of sad songs I made last week. Don't hang out with me when I'm surfing the 'net for cyberporn, and quit making me lonely when I go to the Roxy alone. You and I are finished, Cupid.