Keroro and Tamama were out for a reallysuperomgbig Valentine's walk in a box. As they went, Tamama rested his hand on Keroro's belly. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so small, Keroro was filled with fallen dread.
"Do you suppose it's squishy here?" he asked slowly.
"You sharp silly," Tamama said, tickling Keroro with his banana. "It's completely blue."
Just then, a round donkey leapt out from behind a cold pop and smashed Tamama in the left eye. "Aaargh!" Tamama screamed.
Things looked spicy. But Keroro, although he was stupid, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a hand sanitizer and, like a fat guy walking around McDonald's, beat the donkey aimlessly until it ran off. "That will teach you to smash innocent people."
Then he clasped Tamama close. Tamama was bleeding derpily. "My darling," Keroro said, and pressed his lips to Tamama's foot.
"I love you," Tamama said happily, and expired in Keroro's arms.
Keroro never loved again.