"What is it, Myka?" said Artie's fuzzy face from the round screen of her Farnsworth.
"Sorry to bother you on your day off, Artie, but I found this. It looks all... artifacty." She held the phone up to the odd little contraption she had found in a back room of a jumble shop.
"Now that looks familiar. Give me a closer look... Yes, that looks like Freud's Clarificator. It allows whoever touches it to suddenly percieve and accept blatant romantic subtext."
"I already touched it!"
"Grab it, Mikah. But be careful, you might run into-"
The Farnsworth's signal conveniently gave out, and Mikah shrugged in annoyance. She bagged up the artifact and headed out into the street.
Suddenly a car came out of nowhere, headed straight for her! At the same time, a dozen men stepped out from the shops on the other side of the road, all raising Uzis and ready to mow her down.
Just then H.G. Wells dropped out of the sky with twin magnums blazing, taking out the row of gunmen and the car's driver, then shoving Mika out of the path of the careening vehicle, landing heavily on her with their faces inches apart.
"You saved me again," breathed Myka. "Wait, we should totally be together!"
"You don't say," said H.G. Wells, before crushing her full lips against Myka's in a deep kiss that seemed to last a lifetime.