Look under your bed.
Don't have to. There's no room left after all the guns, ammo, and accessories stuffed under there.
So let's get back to your claim this Q is infatuated with me. I'm so flattered I can't wait to hear more, with it being so busy saving the world and all. Or did you just make it all up? And Q is just your imaginary friend? That does make more sense.
Restraining myself from too much of a comment re ignorant contrarians. Mostly.