Son, we live in a world that has cuddle enthusiasts, and those cuddlers need to be snuggled by men with cold showers. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Floppenstein? I have a greater responsibility than you can imagine. You weep for the kiss not given and curse the betas. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That this missed kiss, while tragic, prolonged this relationship and this thread. You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about on internet message boards, you want me with those blue balls. You NEED me with those blue balls!