In Star Trek, Vulcan males and females go into heat every seven years, going into a blood fever, becoming violent, and finally dying if they do not mate with someone with whom they are empathically bonded.
I find my knack for thinking of song lyrics to fit a situation quite handy. For example:
One word is gonna get/Your head cut off - Soldout
I was your silver lining/But now I'm gold - Rilo Kiley
I've been dying to say this to you/And I don't know what else to do/I've seen your fucking attitude - The Sounds
Solve the riddles. You might win a prize.
And about my promise never to swear, that does not cover song lyrics. Those aren't my words. I cannot change them.
Also, wow. I did not know my harmless words could be misconstrued into death threats.
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