Cupid has shot you with her arrow, not once, but TWICE! Now you are shrunken and hers to devour and consume. She doesn’t love YOU in particular, but she loves to vore. On this particular holiday? She practices no self control. She allows her heart to run wild and choose who she wishes to be her “Valentine” and the individual who is selected? Ends up swimming in her stomach. Don’t you feel so lucky, to be this saint’s Valentine this year? That YOU’VE been chosen to be struck by her arrow and end up as food.