Look at your main. Now back to me. Now back at your main. Now back to me. Sadly, she isn't me. And she will never smell like me.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in a raid with the man your main could be. What's in your hand? I have it. It's two months' WoW time. Look again. The WoW time is now soul shards. Anything is possible when your main smells like Fel Lotus and not a corpse. My horse is on fire.