This is an apology story to those who are following Is It Strange To Be In Love With A Dog? because I haven't updated.
"Im sorry, but-"
"NO, you bastard! You're wrong!"
"The charts dont lie, what with your recurring symptoms-"
"Bastard you're wrong!"
"-and unusual eating habits,"
"YOU SHUT UP BEFORE I CALL THE MAFIA ON YOUR ASS!"
"I'd say all the signs are positive."
"Oh my..." Spain put a hand comfortingly on Romano's shoulder, but he bitch-slapped it away. "Are you ok, tomat-"
"Don't you even DARE say that FUCKING word!"
"But, Roma-"
"NO! This is all your fault, you bastard!"
"I see he is in denial."
"Of course, he can't function right without them."
"YOU'RE ALL WRONG! WRONG WRONG WRONG!"
"I'm sorry, Romano, but-"
"No!"
"You are allergic to tomatoes."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"