If you were skiddity doo zobbity bop, I would woop bippity dee doo zop.

If you were going to make a terrible movie and needed a lead actor, I would take one for the team and be in it.

If you were just a poor boy and nobody loved you, I would spare you your life from this monstrosity.

If you were in trouble with a gang because you owed them protection money from when you were in jail, I would help you rob a place so that you could repay your debt, even though I’m in love with your wife.

If you were dying and in love with me and wanted to marry me so that I would receive a war widow’s pension so that I would be looked after when you’re gone, I would marry you and wouldn’t let you know that I didn’t love you because I saw that you were so happy.

If you were running for city council, I would be your campaign manager because I love you and stop-motion movies take too long to make.

If you were going to fight in the war and you were in love with me, I would pretend to love you so you had something to fight for.

If you were once a famous director who had given up on cinema after the war started, I would help you remember how amazing you were and fix you.

If you were kind enough to find my son’s body and return it to me so that I could be reunited with him and thus move on, I would be a huge bitch and still kill you and your son.

If you were raped by a tree and thus, had become possessed by an ancient evil spirit, I would lock you in the cellar and kill you last.