the stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
for nothing now can ever come to any good.
Filed under: Reason why Puck’s dad is a bastard
Puck/Mark in the background of the anti-prom hotel scene between Rachel and Becky, trying not to laugh.
There, that’s better.
I like the way he makes me feel.