Jane: OMG so I just figured out the word "hurt"

Jane: it's past, present and future

Jane: you will be hurt

Jane: you are hurt

Jane: you were hurt

Jane: BECAUSE IS SOMETHING TRULY HURT IT NEVER REALLY STOPS

Jeff: you poetic little shit

Masky: It's because... It's an adjective...

Y/n: you will be stupid

Y/n: you are stupid

Y/n: you were stupid

GTL:

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?