[Valerius]

Granted. You play so perfectly you fall in love with your own playing skills and begin spiraling into musical madness, secluding yourself in your room, tearing them apart. You emerge from your room, scraggly and smelly from months without bathing, to find your home in absolute disarray, but playing the flute perfectly.

I wish I could eat like a horse and still be as fit as a cheetah.