Bob stood there, leaning against the Quick Stop wall. As he always does. His lifelong hetreosexual partner was nowhere to be seen on this fateful day. He was in Rural Kentucky trying to score some of the greatest drugs known to man. Silent Bob's ghettoblaster pumped out hard rockin' tunes. He reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, Malboro, he lit one up. He sucked the smoke into his already destroyed lounges. He felt the nicotine grab hold of oxygen starting on a long travel through the above average body of Silent Bob.
His eyes were roaming, grabbing hold of anything they cound see, a leaf in the wind, a tumbleweed, a blue sedan, a beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair, red pouty lips and a perfect body. Bob's mouth droppes as she closed in on him. She was only a few feet away from the Silent man. She looked him dead in the eye and took his cigarette. She threw it on the ground and asked, "Do you know the quickest way to Caprica?"
Bob shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. He tried to say something but he couldn't. Caprica 6 looked into his. She saw the man for what he truily is, a sad, mistaken man. She felt the compassion, or was it just simple passion, you could see it in her every fiber of syntetic existence.
Number 6 started walking towards the corner of the building, the secong before she crossed the corner she sent Silent Bob a look, a look so passionate it could melt a weaker man. Silent bob took the hint and followed her.
When Bob came around the corner Caprica Six was allready in the progress of removing her dress, her perky, perfect breats sticking out like rusty cannons on a sunken pirate ship. Bob moved towards her and carresed her like only he could.
It was a beautiful moment, neither one of them could ever forget this moment of true love.
Two days later, Bob was standing there, leaning against the wall of Quick Stop. Jay finally came back, oblivious to what had happened. Jay knew something had happened because of the smile on Bob's mouth.