Hello everybody and welcome to a fanfic.

disclaimer: In fact...I DO own hannibal. YEAH. YEAH. SO WHAT IF I DO?............oh wait.......no.....that's my kitten I'm thinking of. Nevermind. False alarm.

Walking down the hallway to his cell was always the worst part for pooooooor innocent Clarice. She hated it. OH SHE HATED IT SO MUCH. especially the part with the beeeeeaans.

Clarice approached his cell and smacked her face up against the glass.
"HAI SEXXY BOI!" she exclaimed. Hannibal turned around to face her. He too walked up to the glass.

"Hello clariccccccccccce" he whispered. A million giggling fangirls shuddered with joy. Clarice smiled and took out some papers. She shuffled them for a bit. Then stopped. and then she shuffled them a little more, then she stopped. Then she shuffled them. The cycle continued for a bit.
Hannibal sighed and waited.
After about two more hours of shuffling papers, Clarice finally looked up at Hannibal.
"Hanni," she said, but he cut her off.
"Don't call me that"
"Can I call you Hannah?"
"no"
"Hanna bannana?"
"no"
"Hansle?"
"No!"
"Han-solo?"
"No!"
"Hanny-baby?"
"No!"
"HANNY FO FANNY FI FO FANNY HANNY?!"
"NO!"
"Yes momma. Anyways, I been thinking lately Hanny. About our future. Together." She said. A million crazy fangirls leaned in closer.
Hannibal noddded. "As have I" he said. Clarice smiled.
"I've decided to marry you Hanny, but only if......only if...." Clarice muttered. Hannibal lifted an eyebrow.
"Only if what?" he asked. Clarice looked at him with big watery eyes.
"ONLY IF YOU GET RIDE OF THAT HIDEOUS BALD SPOT ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!!!!" she screamed, pointing a finger at him. Hannibal took a step back.(to the future)
"What bald spot? I've never seen one before. Oh there it is." he said.
"HOW CAN YOU SEE IT IF IT'S ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD?!"
Suddenly, Godzilla stormed in.
"AUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!" godzilla screamed, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!! I GAINED FIVE POUNDS!!!!! I'M SO FFFFFFFAAAAAAATTTT!"
Gozilla trampled all over the asylum. All of the crazies cells were broken open except for Hannibals and Jack Sparrows. Oh excuse me. CAPTAIN Jack sparrow.
Godzilla, after wailing about some more, went home and decided to iron some socks, watch TV, eat ice cream, read about jennifer love hewitts latest career developments, raise the kids, scold the husband, bring home the bacon, cook the bacon, check if the bacon is low in fat, eat it anyways, serve the bacon the some of the kids, tell the kids who didn't get bacon that they'll just have to accept it, watch dr phil, try to lose weight, say farewell to her oldest child, try to clean the stains out of her old apron, decided to buy a new apron, get in the car, sit in traffic, give up on sitting in traffic and just rampage to the mall, ask a cashier where the aprons are, go to the apron section, pick out an apron that's not to expensive, that doesn't make her butt look big, that doesn't look tacky, try the apron on, stand in line, pay for the apron, go out to the parking lot, search for her car, remember that she rampaged to the mall, rampage back home, and go to sleep.

And they all lived horribly ever after.