"Tony, no!" Bruce shouted.

Tony, who was running after him with a massive bunch of red, golden, green, and violet-colored balloons, called out, "Please, we're something very special. You and me! We fit together. In any Disney movie, we would have already sung a duet."

Bruce, who remembered the fifteen puppies from yesterday, the ten kilos of gold-coated chocolates from the day before, the thousand roses from three days ago, sighed: "Will you rest when we go have ice cream together?"

"Depends on the aftermath," Tony grinned.

"But if you want to be conquered slowly, that's okay with me. Ice cream is a good start."