Yours goes up and mine goes down / and then we do it the other way around. / Don't you give me that sigh, cause if we can't see eye-to-eye / then our missions will be always filled with strife, / cause a handcar is a metaphor for life.

Shepard: You have a plan? Ambassador Udina: The galaxy needs leadership. Real leadership. When a crisis hits, we can't be paralyzed by debate like the old Council. Ambassador Udina: The new Council must rule with a single voice. It must be assembled from one species alone -- humanity!

It was a weary time. A carriage clock had been placed on the discoloured wooden mantelpiece, and slowly its hands crept on from one to two and from two to three.

Ah... I find that the best way to maintain joyous shipperhood is to not read much schmoopy shipper fic.