“They have this thing they do where everyone pretends it’s the best thing ever, like going out for dessert or having exotic wonders appear before your eyes. So everyone gets all doe-eyed about it, but what is actually going on is more like trying to figure out how to blindly manipulate something you have been told is rope, but is actually rattlesnakes and cobras. I have no idea why they think this is great. They call it romance. It looks more like throwing yourself repeatedly into an arrangement of spinning blades and then, when you finally heal, going at it again, with even more fervor. Humans are insane.”

— an anonymous nonhuman informant