Hello everybody and welcome to the next chapter of The Pillow Talk. As always, 'Wander over Yonder' is owned by Disney. Enjoy.

The Pillow Talk: Chapter 4.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dominator said suddenly; interrupting her boyfriend's latest story. "A Joy Virus? You're kidding, right?"

"No Ma'am." Wander replied genteelly. "That's exactly what he wanted to call it. But let me tell you, it was nowhere near as harmless as it sounds. Actually, it was pretty horrific now that I think about it."

"But… how would something like that even work?"

"Well, the way Screwball described it, it would enter the body through the lungs, and then move directly to the brain. Once there, it would destroy the part that deals with sadness. Then it would overstimulate the pleasure centers, making it so you could never feel anything but happiness for the rest of your life."

"Wow… that's like… beyond messed up."

"I know, and I tried to make Screwball see that. But he wouldn't budge." The furry nomad said, visibly sickened by the memory. "That's when I realized that my friend wasn't who I thought he was. So, I did what needed to be done."

"What did you do?"

"Well… fortunately, the main ingredient of the virus was pollen from an extinct plant, and Screwball had the only sample left in the entire universe. So I burned it, along with all of his notes. Then for good measure, I set fire to his lab and ran off as quick as I could."

"Whoa… that's hardcore."

"Thanks, I think, but it's not really something I like to brag about. I mean, at the time I thought I was doing the right thing. But looking back… what if something had gone wrong? What if the fire had spread? What if some innocent bystander had gotten hurt? What if…"

"What if the entire galaxy suddenly turned to cheese?" Dominator interrupted. "Look, it was sixty years ago. You were young…ish, and inexperienced. So you made the only call you could see."

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing. You stopped the bad guy and saved the whole dang universe. So quit fretting over what could've gone wrong and just appreciate how fricken awesome you are."

At this, Wander began to blush uncontrollably; a sight which greatly amused the lime-skinned female.

It had been over two hours since the 'young' couple began their unusual game and already they had learned far more about each other than they had in almost four months of dating.

For example, about forty-five minutes ago, Wander learned that Dominator came from a race of people known as Amphiboids, and that her distant ancestors actually evolved from a type of warm-blooded frog; though she made it abundantly clear that millions of years of evolution had weeded out pretty much all of her ancestors' froggy attributes, save for a fondness of being in or around water.

Wander briefly tooled with the idea of calling Dominator his 'Little Frog Princess' from then on, however he immediately abandoned the notion after she threatened to rip out his spine.

But alas, I diverge from the point.

"Okay, now it's your turn to ask me something." Dominator said cheerily, in an attempt to both move the game forward and spare her boyfriend any further embarrassment.

"Oh, um… alright then," the hairy nomad said clumsily, before straightening himself up. "So… uh… Deedee, how'd you come by this magnificent ship? Did you build it yourself?"

"No, actually I kinda just found it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was a long time ago, a couple years after my mom died. I was just cruising through this asteroid belt when I found this old hulk drifting through the rocks. I didn't have anything better to do at the time, so I decided to check it out."

"And it was just floating there? Abandoned?"

"Eyup. Must've been in that asteroid field for centuries, judging by all those holes it had in it. But surprisingly, the inside still looked brand-new."

"No fooling?"

"I mean it. This place was in showroom condition. I probably could've flown it out of there right then. You know… if I'd known how any of it worked."

"Oh, was it really that complicated?"

"Let me put it this way, it took me three months just to figure out how to turn it on."

"Yeesh."

"Tell me about it. Then it took me another four months to figure out what all the controls do. Then about… ten more months before I was able to fully master them. So I guess I spent about… a year and a half in that asteroid field. Oh well, it's not like I had anywhere else to be."

"So… you just stayed in an abandoned ship until you got it working again? Why?"

"Well… I was curious. Plus, it gave me something to do."

"I see." Wander replied dubiously.

"Whatever, it's my turn now." Dominator said childishly. "So… uh… you ever kill anybody?"

"Nope"

"Seriously? Not even in like self-defense?"

"Nope?"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty darn."

"Dang, I wasted my turn."

"Oh well, better luck next time, Sweetness." The nomad said affectionately, before moving on to his next question. "So… Deedee, why do you destroy planets?"

A sudden awkward silence fell over the room.

"You… you already know the answer to that one."

"I know the answer you told me." Wander replied calmly. "But I also know that it was a lie. I've seen enough of this ship to get a pretty good idea of how it works. It might need Volcanium X to function, but on a full tank you could go two years without needing a fill-up. So really, all you've been doing since you came to this galaxy is needlessly topping off the tank."

"Okay! So I lied! Big deal!" Dominator shot back defensively. "I'm a supervillain! I lie to everyone! What makes you so special?"

"I'm your boyfriend."

"Well then that just makes you more gullible!"

"Deedee~ You're dodging my question~

"Screw your question! I don't wanna play anymore!"

And with that, the villainess turned away from her beloved and plopped sideways onto her side of the bed; pouting childishly all the while.

"Oh, come on, Deedee. Don't be like that." Said Wander diplomatically. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I said I'm done!"

"I know why you don't wanna tell me." The furry nomad said, seemingly unfazed by her venomous retort. "It's because you think I won't understand."

"Well you won't!"

"Actually, if the reason is what I think it is, I might be the only person in the universe who will understand."

Suddenly, Dominator felt a strange sensation in her chest. Not a pang like before; more like a stirring. Almost like a dozen tiny butterflies were fluttering around inside her bosom.

Well, whatever it was, for some strange reason it made Dominator want to turn around, get back into a seated position, and spill her guts.

"Okay… I'll tell you." She began, sounding uncharacteristically meek and uneasy. "I guess by now you've figured out that I'm not really as young as I look."

"I had my suspicions, but I didn't feel it was my place to bring it up. A woman's age is her own business after all."

"Yeah well… when most people look at me, they just assume that I'm twenty-one or something. But the truth is I'm more like… ninety-six."

"Really, you're that young?" he asked, much to the villainess' bewilderment. "Wow… I thought you were at least a hundred and thirty, but only ninety-six? I mean, I guess that explains a lot about your personality, but still. That's… that's amazing!"

"You… you think I'm young?"

"Well… aren't you?"

"Yeah… I mean, by my species' standards at least." She explained, starting to blush a little. "Amphiboids usually live about eight hundred years, give or take, so I've still got about seven centuries before I finally bite the big one."

"And therein lies your problem." Wander interjected, his voice eerily calm and mirthless. "Seven hundred years is a long time, especially if you've got nothing to do."

"Exactly." Dominator replied sullenly. "People think that if you can live as long as I can, you're lucky. But that's not how it works. Just living a long time isn't enough. You need a reason to get out of bed in the morning. A job, a hobby, anything to keep yourself busy. To keep you from… well…"

"Killing yourself." Wander said, still sounding unnaturally serious.

"How did you…"

"Because I'm in the same boat."

"What?"

"Deedee… I'm over three hundred years old. And my people generally live to be over a thousand. So at best, I've got seven hundred years left too."

"Three hun…" Dominator said, sounding positively flabbergasted. "Oh my Grop! That's… I mean, I knew you were older than me, but… three hundred! That's… that's just…. Wow."

"You take the news a lot better than most people."

"Yeah, well, I'm not most people."

"I know, and that's what I find so attractive about you." Said the furry nomad in a tone that made the villainess blush once again. "You're just like me."

"Wha…wha…wha…wha… what?" she replied, as her face lit up like a furnace and her heart skipped at least a dozen beats.

"Deedee, I know what it's like. To be all alone in the universe. To feel like no one can ever understand you. But most of all, I know what it's like to be bored." Wander said, keeping his strangely seductive tone consistent. "That's why I travel. That's why I make friends. Because without those things, I have nothing. Nothing but the long, soul crushing boredom. And to people like us, being bored is the same as being dead."

Those words.

They were the very words she'd thought to herself on countless occasions.

And yet he had said them; almost word for word.

"You… you really do understand."

"I do. And that's why this game is so important to me. Because when it's over, no matter who wins, neither of us will ever be bored or lonely again. Because we'll have each other, and we'll be together always. For the rest of our long, long lives."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the final nail in the coffin.

In less than a second, Dominator's black heart started pounded like a tribal drum. Her lime green skin turned an obtrusive hot pink. And her twisted little mind was overloaded with sickeningly sweet saccharine sentimentality.

In short, she was what they in the matchmaking business call 'Love Drunk'.

Before Wander could even try to ask if she was okay, the villainess let out a loud, high-pitched squeal of girlish delight, and then promptly fell backwards into unconsciousness.

From his position on the opposite side of the bed, the orange nomad stared at his beloved's slumbering form as his mind attempted to process what the flying heck had just happened.

"Huh…" he said to himself, sounding only slightly perturbed. "You know… that might have been too much too soon."

End Notes:

And… that's the end of this one folks. I hope you enjoyed it. See you next time. Peace.