Harry has the worst case of star warsitis. He has been running around with a midget painted green on his back and trying to move things with his mind. And he keeps screaming "I have the force".
It’s kinda like warmth only much, much better. Not to be confused with worminess, which is much, much worse!
I really liked the warminess of that hitchhiker! He was smart, he was funny! He seemed like a great guy! I kinda wish I didn't bludgeon him with a tire iron.