Narrator: Fir(aga) looked at Dark(Armageddon) from across the table.
Firaga said, "Undress mofuga."
Narrator: Dark chuckled softly at the remark.
Narrator: Their eyes met...their hands tightened on one another...
Narrator: Dark slowly licked his lips, never breaking eye contact with Fir.
DarkArmageddon whispered into Firaga's ear, "You have a booger hanging out of your nose."
Firaga retorted,"At least I have a nose!"
Narrator: Fir removed his right hand from Dark's hand and placed it on Dark's crotch with a firm squeeze.
DarkArmageddon runs off crying.
Narrator: The end.
