What if you had a curse where every sentence you spoke, wrote, typed, signed, or read had to rhyme with the next?
Would you get weird looks whenever you talked? Yes.
Would you sound like you read entirely too much Dr. Seuss as a child? Yes.
Would you have trouble being taken seriously? Yes.
Would you refrain from talking during sex entirely? Yes.
Would drinking coffee make your rhyming go into overdrive? Yes.
Would you drink it anyway? Of course!
Disclaimer: Gabriel Mercier is an original character I created mostly to run around thedressingroom. He's fake, hence the whole "character" thing, and he's only borrowing Zac Efron's face, so don't sue. I'm incredibly poor and need my money for ramen and cheap person things.