I loves it. My brain, it says, "Shiny. That metaphor makes no sense, what?" But the rest of me says, "Oh, yes, it does. It makes all the sense. The sense, it makes. Let's listen to it again and distract the brain with thoughts about Schroeder." And then the brain gets all huffy because the brain thinks we should stop being fixated on this one man, no matter how lovely he is, and so the rest of the bits remind the brain that it's not like we are getting any other offers, and if we do we're not turning them down, so shut up and think about his eyes, and then the brain does shut up because the brain really does like his eyes. Which are blue.