G：Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
S：Come on, open up! This is me, Spikey.
I'm in contact with some quite important spiritual vibrations.
Come on. Hit me with it.
W：There's this girl. She's someone who can't be mine,
and it's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.
I've opened Pandora's box and there's trouble inside.
S：Yeah. Tricky, tricky.