All I'm saying is, when people say "they have numbers, we can't push", they're talking about this guy.

Imagine: You, 10 years from now. You're sipping some sort of fancy wine, on your large, beautiful leather chair. You're facing a fireplace, looking into it, pensively. As you drink to forget, you also drink to remember. The beautiful mansion you now find yourself in has not a soul to share its splendor in, but yourself. And you know full well its splendor, its beauty, which robs it of its meaning. No, the house you're in needs another to share in it, as then the house would share in her beauty, and would resonate, creating a scene the likes of this world could hardly even handle, let alone comprehend. Ah, yes. You had your chance at this, once. Perhaps the house you would reside in then would be a bit less spectacular, but she would have more than made up the deficit. You stir your drink in your hand, as if searching for something. But you know you will never find her.

Also, to a lesser degree, you'll regret not having Jonesy on your tf2 team.