A/N: I have the stupid.
"OH GOD."
"I know!"
"Ned (uhn) that feels (oh!) fantastic!"
"Trust me. I know."
"Where did you (GOOD LORD)…how did you (CHRIST'S CRUTCHES)…make this, this…(oh yes) heavenly mechanism?"
"Good old-fashioned innovation."
"Is it wrong that I kind of want to throw good-old fashioned innovation against a (ah!) wall and have my wicked way with it?"
"Well, in that case I'd have to duel good-old fashioned innovation for your honor."
"YES."
"What? Did I-"
"STOP TALKING."
Ned, being smart, zipped his lips and continued to run the hand-held massager over a knot in her back. He grinned.
"You know, I mentioned using this mechanism to Emerson."
"OH!"
"He seemed disgusted by it."
"That's (mm, yes. Right there) odd. I wonder what on earth he (nngh) that we were (hmmm) doing with it."