Destiny has cheated me by forcing me to decide upon: The woman that I idolize, or the hands of an automaton.
Without these hands I can’t complete the opera that was captivating her
But if I keep them, and she marries him, He probably won’t want me dating her.
I’m doing my job-- There’s Amy.
I spend a few hours selecting a candy from the machine-- There’s Amy.
I wake up the morning after sleeping with Amy-- There’s Amy.