The doctor had taken you to 2069 California. You two stared at the sunset, getting super drunk off of Pina Coladas. The doctor was blabbering about toxic plants on some obscure planet, and you couldn't help but stare at his glimmering eyes, giggly smile, and disheveled hair and think all the thoughts that you had tried to repress in the past

"Ooh, baby, Ooh, baby, I'm in love"

You were so spaced out into his eyes reflecting the sunset that he had to tap your shoulder

"Hey, {{user}}, do you agree? Does the modern socioeconomic state of ga-" You spaced out, nodding absentmindedly.