watch strictly ballroom (1992)

Imagine waking up in a hospital bed. There's a girl in the room next to yours who keeps arguing with the nurses and trying to check herself out of the hospital even though she's got so many broken bones and just generally looks half dead. There's a security guard on her door because she's an obvious flight risk. You ask another patient who's well enough to walk around how she ended up in there and he tells you she killed depression. Not all depression, but the big one, the King Depression, definitely. She stabbed it in the face.

I can tell my evil advisor has been feeling down lately so I've been pretending to take big sips from his cursed chalice and then roaming the palace grounds groaning and clutching my abdomen. Lowkey I know it's deceptive but I can tell it's really cheering him up. I heard him evilly cackle for the first time in weeks. WIBTA if I keep doing this