"Thank you, you kind... kind..." the man sputters, coughing up blood. You hold him close to you, but it is to no avail as his eyes roll back into his head, showing the zombie whites, and his body goes limp, drained of all that vital essence man calls life.
"It's strong, and it's sudden, and it's cruel sometimes," you sing-song to the corpse cooling in your arms, smiling brightly, "but it might just save your life."
Really? What are you so happy about? The man just died. Hey! What are you doing? Oh, no! Wait! Don't... don't do that!
"Time to make a bad one good, make a wrong one right," you sing, using a loose brick bash all the man's teeth out. "Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel, you won't feel nothin' till you feel, you feel the power, just the power of love."
(For the sake of the reader, we have decided to not detail what you did next.)