[MEATMAN]

I'm sorry, my friend. You have "attractive woman syndrome." It's a terminal case. Soon, you will forget your friends exist, you'll never be able to have a waking moment without thinking of her, you will lose all social skills with the opposite sex, all higher forms of brain function will grind to a halt, your hair and teeth will fall out, your baby pictures will be shown to people you never met, you'll start grunting and throwing your dung at tourists whilst you scratch in inappropriate places, and you will start thinking about caring for a total stranger.

Sorry, but for your sake, ours, and the future of mankind, you must be terminated.

*loads shotgun*

*puts it in SMN's mouth*

Forgive me.

*pulls trigger*