Love is for losers. A-a-and winners, i guess... but i don't need it, nor do i need the loss that comes with finding it!
Wudja rather:
(A): Eat a rotten apple, core and all. (And i mean ROTTEN!)
(B): Cut your finger open to the point where you need to go the the hospital. (On accident of course.)
(C): Tell your parents that you are a furry. (You can't pick this if you have already told them.)