Here is a box of cocktails. Enjoy each one fluttering and composed of ORIGINAL ingredients-- yes, REAL! So real you can even taste it. Let me cry for you that you never tasted anything else.
And there we'll all be crying, the chorus oh God, not that again and people paid to tear their heart out (or hair, whatever) and rend garments while cameras click
That wasn't me, because I'm nothing you just got a lot of bows around a box of nothing--