George and Chibodee were sitting in the same room on a couch for some reason. The air was full of sexual tension. HA no it wasn't! GOT YOU THERE DIDN'T I? Sorry, George and Chibodee aren't going to have hot man sex in this.

"Chibodee," George sighed, "I proposed to Marie-Louise today."

Chibodee raised an eyebrow, "And?"

"She ran away because she was afraid of my freaky hair that defies gravity." Said George wistfully.

"Wow, sorry man, but your hair IS sort of freaky," Chibodee replied, ever helpful.

George glared at him, "And yours isn't?"

………

"I guess you do have a point."

Author's notes: Yeaah…