Isn't love really about power?

So many terrible things happen in the name of love. As soon as you love someone, they have control over you. It doesn't matter if you want it, it doesn't even matter if they want it. They just do. Isn't that the most bizarre thing? It's like they guessed the root password to your brain. Am I really the only one who finds this unpleasant and scary?

Comic transcript

Panel 1:
Parrot and Rasta-Pigeon are at the location of the manhole again. Parrot looks really desperate.
P: And you really have absolutely no idea where you put that jigsaw puzzle piece?
RP: I’m sorry, man. I messed it all up.
Panel 2:
A lemon-squirrel and the lemon-bunny appear.
LB: We might have what you’re looking for. We stole it while you were down that manhole. You can have it, but first you’ll have to listen to our demands!
Panel 3:
P: Whaa ... I ... what? ... since when ... can you ... speak?
LS: Always could. Just didn’t want to before.
LB: Now it’s admittedly quite useful, though.