"Grrrrggg!" Marci says. She lying on the couch (which thanks to me you can actually sit on without breaking your back) grunting, trying to reach for something, but all she's grasping is air. "Fine, if that how you want to be, so be it!" Then she starts chanting something, but it turns out to be a bunch of nonsense. "Ooba dooba hooba! Blah bleep blop bloop! Yo Gabba Gabba!" What the lump? "Marci," I say, "What the cabbage are you trying to do?" "I'm trying to use the force to levitate the remote over to me," she says, "But I'm to lazy to remember any spells." I just stare her. My girlfriend. Oh my glob. "Superkalifragalisticexpialad ousious!" she yells. She sighs. "Food."'she simpily says. She flys to the fridge. "Spaghetti and meatballs." she says. She takes out MY leftover spaghetti and starts to stuff herself like an animal. "JUST STOP!" I scream. Marci turns her head, her mouth full of food, tomato sauce all over her face. If she was in dog form right now, her head would cock to the right and one ear would go up. "It's just," I say, "You haven't done anything romantic for me in ages, and today was a hard day and I can't find the right equation for this science experiment, and that was MY spaghetti, and-" Then Marci tackles me. "MARCI?!" I yell. But then I notice that she's not trying to fight me, she's wrapped her arms around me. She lets go and looks at me. "You seemed like you could use a hug." she says. Then she flys and carries to the couch. Then I nuzzle my head in her boobs and she wraps her arms around me and we cuddle.