twenty-twenty surgery

"I don’t see why not."

"Wonderful."

"It’s most likely the latter."

"You're right there."

"Yeah, I mean, I do, you know, live with her.”

"Oh yeah- I forgot. Its funny- it seems like shes never around when I'm over."

"Sure, if you wanna deal with my aunt."

"Your aunt?"

"Well, we both know that your word means everything.”

"Yeah, it does."

"Says who?"

"I do."

"Is that so? Well, fair enough."

"Oh but I'm so much more than that."

"Hmm. Tempting."

"Oh somehow, you always seem to be in a much better mood whenever I'm around."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking that you need a dose of aspirin- and me."

“'Wow, Marcy, you look so hungover!’ ”

"Dinner? How fancy."

"You would? Great, its a date then."

"Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if someone that wasn’t me looked at you like a piece of meat.”

"Of course I know. Been there, done that."

"Ouch- poor guy, but I mean he probably deserved it though, so-"

"Ah, yes, over with."

"Well you know, Marcy, you can always explode their genitals."

"It wasn’t."

"I'm sorry you had to go through it. At least its over with, yes?"