you know that place we all have, the-dark-room-at-the-end-of-the-corridor-that-is-always-locked-and-the-key-stays-in-your-funeral-tuxedo-pants'-backpocket-and-you-blindfoldedly-keep-throwing-things-inside-the-window-but-you-do-not-even-dare-to-raise-your-eyes-from-the-doormat-when-you-are-near-the-entrance?
yeah, well, i'm well-known for my arson skills.
ssssssssomebody stop me!