there’s a right way to do things, and there’s a wrong way to do things.

For example:  IF you want a playstation, you shouldn’t murder someone and take theirs!  It isn’t rocket science.  or, if you want to buy a car, you shouldn’t get involved in a drug trafficking ring.  OR, if you want to find the love of your life, you shouldn’t become a genetic biologist hell-bent on GROWING the perfect mate. Ockham’s razor, people!

Anyways, so begins chapter two of our protagonist’s feeble attempts to woo the girl his dead best friend knew threw the girl’s dead grandmother when they met in purgatory.  (if you’re wondering why i’m recapping, it’s cause it makes for a ridiculous sentence.  Can you imagine if this were the premise for a movie?)