"Okay, Ford, just kind of bend over…"
"I don't want to. It's just going to hurt…"
"It doesn't hurt that much, and if you would do it right it wouldn't hurt at all…"
"How about we just don't?"
"Just close your eyes… don't clinch so much, try being more loose. It hurts less that way."
"I thought you said it wouldn't hurt at all…"
"If you did it right. Come on… One… Two… Three…."
Ford fell flat on his face. The flying lessons just weren't going that well. He couldn't imagine that flying would be worth all this trouble anyway. Still, Arthur insisted that it was the single best sensation he had ever felt. Ford didn't believe him. "My mose murts."
"Your what murts?" Arthur leaned in closer to Ford's head, which was an inch below the ground now. "Your mose?"
Ford pulled his head from the dirt. "I said my nose hurts."
"No, I don't think you did." Arthur shook his head. "I know you said you mose murts. If you would just tell me where or what a mose is, maybe I could help."
"If you insist…" Ford grinned, "I believe my mose is my lower buttocks, would you mind kissing it?"
"Oh, haha. A joke. I do believe you are getting better at sarcasm." Arthur drug Ford up by his arm. "Come come, let's try it again. I think you are getting better, try to be more distracted."
"Really, Arthur, I don't think you can try to be distracted. I think that goes against the meaning of the word."
"Just try it again. Come on, I'll distract you. One… Two…"
"Arthur… I really don't want to try this again…"
"Shut up, Three!"
Arthur pushed Ford, who predictably began to fall. Before he could hit the ground, Arthur shouted. "I love you, Ford!"
"What?!" Ford was distracted, unfortunately too much so. He hit the ground rather hard. "My moor moor mose…" He pulled his head from the dirt, which had a lovely Ford shaped dent to it. "Now, what did you say?"
"I said…" Arthur leaned beside him. "That I loved you. And… I do."
Ford was flying, even though he was on the ground. It was the single best sensation he had ever felt.
