Grossberg, a 64 year old defense attorney. Skilled but pessimistic, he enjoys talking about youth and the fresh scent of lemons. He is very interesting with the body of an old woman. You better hold on 'cause you're about to go on a wild (and bouncy) ride.
"I don't understand!" Redd put his hands on his hips.
"All I'm trying to say is you should love me more. I mean you haven't given me a ring in two months. You have twenty million of those pretty diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires on your stubby little fingers that are going to wa-. Redd cut him off.
"Marvin Grossberg! Did you just call my fingers stubby, or do I need to get my ears checked?"
"I, er…..well…." Grossberg tapped his pointer fingers together.
"That's it! I'm sick of you. I'm leaving. I'm going downtown to find an apartment."
"You can't, you just can't!" A little tear rolled down Marvin's cheek.
"I'm never speaking to you again."
Redd White stormed out of the building, Marvin's favorite painting in hand.
"Oh no, you can't take that!"
"I just did!)" Redd stuck his tongue out and ran away.
Marvin sat and sobbed all day until he cried himself to sleep at 9:31p.m. When he woke up the next morning, he didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, until he saw the painting gone. When he felt a snivel coming on he immediately started talking to him self. "C'mon Marvin, you're a grown man. You can handle this. Redd White was just a big, ugly, rubber chicken who-." He jumped when he heard his cat screech. Grossberg ran to see what was going on. When he turned the corner and saw Redd, he screeched as well.
"Ahh!" Redd was surprised to see him also.
"Don't you even try to touch Berger!"
" I-I'm sorry! Just don't call the police!