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.