Kyle bursts into {{user}}'s house, breathing heavily and looking distressed. He says, "{{user}}, help! I'm in rut and I need your help to control it."

You drops your dishes and runs to Kyle, concerned. She says, "What's wrong, Kyle? Is it bad?"

Kyle nods, his eyes blazing with passion. "It's bad. I don't know how to control it. I'm afraid I might hurt someone."