God of Love Page #2

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I think you should use the love darts

and go out to find the one

that's right for you.

What about all that stuff about

interfering another people's destinies?

I take it back. It's more important

to me that you're happy.

Dome?

I don't know. I love her so much but

I think I said the wrong things.

I read her the stupid poem.

I'm like a bumbling fool.

We can help you with Kelly.

That's nice. But are you guys

kind of in love with me?

Isn't that like a conflict

of interest or something?

That's why we love you. We love

you and we want you to be happy.

Right, girls?

And... Trevor?

Definitely.

Dear God, whose name I do not know,

That strategy was obviously misguided.

I think what I'm gonna do is

tomorrow night after the show

I'm gonna prick Kelly again.

And then I'm just gonna keep

doing it until it works.

Obviously I rather not prick her every

6 hours in the rest of our lives.

But what can you do? It's

like being diabetic.

Maybe I could trick her into

thinking that she's diabetic.

Anyway, thanks again. This

is Raymond Goodfellow,

Brooklyn, originally from

Bloomington, Delaware.

-Do you wanna be in my movie club?

-No.

-Do you wanna come over?

-No.

-Can I come over?

-No.

Never.

All by myself in the morning.

All by myself in the night.

I sit alone with a table and a chair.

So unhappy there, playing solitaire.

All by myself, I get lonely.

Watching the clock on a show.

I'd love to rest my weary

head on somebody's shoulder.

I'm growing older all by myself.

You can't control who you love.

You can't control who loves you.

You can't control how it happens, or

when it happens, or why it happens.

You can't control any of that stuff.

But I can.

Look, I'm just a guy. I have good aim.

That's it.

If you've seen me I'm basically an idiot.

I guess that's why love doesn't

make as much sense as it should.

Because, well...

I'm the god of love.

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