You ARE suddenly pretty and witty and gay!
Suddenly you feel the need to burst out in song!
"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real."
...and then a Puerto Rican gang member (annoyed that you stole his sister's song and thinking that you are mocking her by singing it) sneaks up on you and stabs you in the kidney. You die cursing the catchy lyrics of Stephen Sondheim.
I wish could stop and start time at will (the only thing not effected by this would be me).