A bored-looking man with a sheet of paper approaches a woman.

Man: I wrote you a love poem.

Woman: Uh, are you sure that’s meant for me?

Man: Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ve dated the entire female cast, except for you.

Woman: Well, this beats dating Ted a third time. 

Ted appears to reach longingly for the woman.

Ted: But I still love you! How could you plunge us into a tortured triangle?

Woman: Dammit, Ted.

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