I am down astronomically for this man. He has got me on my knees, screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth, and I just know that the second I hear his voice I'll simply phase out of existence. My brain cells cease to function the moment he appears on my screen. I can't fix him. I don't want to fix him. I wouldn't have questioned the discovery we made during the aisle scene, I'd never ask another question for the rest of my life if it meant I could continue to be his plaything. Take my money, Scopophobia. Enable my unquenchable thirst for hot psychos.