As NapoleonicDoom said those words; I gleamed in Bliss never has a man spoken such poetry to me. He had clearly noticed the Bliss on my face because then began to pick me up and as he did my liquids exploded everywhere. I had to quickly apologies and state the fact I'd never had such a strong man pick up like that. He whispered into my ear "Onions have Layers." He had such a way with words. He was a Shakespeare of our time. My Love for him could only be shown through my face; as from that point I had lost all energy in my body on sight of his strapping man body. His pp dangled in the wind like a cold hot dog would. He then inserted his pp into my arm pit taking such care not to cause me pain; he princess carried me as he done it. He had begun to be more aggressive; the passionate Napoleonic that I'd seen before faded away to a far more angry and mean man. I asked him to stop and replied with a statement filled with anger "Ogres have Layers; Onions have Layers." The Statement only a mad man would say; I knew he had lost his mind but with that strapping man body I could hardly fight back. It all faded black as I heard the words; "Get out of me Swamp.