DISCLAIMER: Yes, I know I don't own them. Yeesh, you people.
"Greg!" A befuddled look fell upon Zenon's face. "What are you doing here? Better yet, in space?" Greg's eyes got a playful disappointed look. "Hello to you too. Didn't you even miss me?" Her mouth was still hanging open; she was too surprised to do anything else. She fell back into her black, rolling, office chair and let out a deep sigh. "I thought you never wanted to come to space. Ever." She said, repeating his exact words from many years ago. "Well, things have changed. I wanted to come see a blonde babe I dated a long time ago." He circled around to the back of Zenon's desk. She quickly reached up and shut her laptop. Greg spun her chair around so she was looking at him. "Are you going to even going to ask how long I am in space?" Zenon rolled her eyes and ran her tongue over her teeth. "Three years! And after that, if I sign another contract, I am here for 4 more years. That means WE can spend a lot of time," he took her hands, "together." He gave a huge grin. "But. Greg, I married Protozoa." His face dropped. "I thought you knew. You were invited to the wedding, but Margie. MARGIE! She didn't give you an invitation did she? Ahh! What an ass! I swear!" Greg still didn't speak; he only stumbled to the door. "Wait! Greg! Shit." She smacked her desktop.
"Greg!" A befuddled look fell upon Zenon's face. "What are you doing here? Better yet, in space?" Greg's eyes got a playful disappointed look. "Hello to you too. Didn't you even miss me?" Her mouth was still hanging open; she was too surprised to do anything else. She fell back into her black, rolling, office chair and let out a deep sigh. "I thought you never wanted to come to space. Ever." She said, repeating his exact words from many years ago. "Well, things have changed. I wanted to come see a blonde babe I dated a long time ago." He circled around to the back of Zenon's desk. She quickly reached up and shut her laptop. Greg spun her chair around so she was looking at him. "Are you going to even going to ask how long I am in space?" Zenon rolled her eyes and ran her tongue over her teeth. "Three years! And after that, if I sign another contract, I am here for 4 more years. That means WE can spend a lot of time," he took her hands, "together." He gave a huge grin. "But. Greg, I married Protozoa." His face dropped. "I thought you knew. You were invited to the wedding, but Margie. MARGIE! She didn't give you an invitation did she? Ahh! What an ass! I swear!" Greg still didn't speak; he only stumbled to the door. "Wait! Greg! Shit." She smacked her desktop.