Distressed by the wheezing noise the scooter was making, Additional screeched in his odd high pitched voice "oil those gears, you ol' nincompoop!"
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Distressed by the wheezing noise the scooter was making, Additional screeched in his odd high pitched voice "oil those gears, you ol' nincompoop!"
Eventually life settled down and Additional and Conditional married and had little additions and were very very happy.
Fortunately for the two of them, there were plenty of advantages to their philosophies of mediation, and this brought to them great buckets of small print to peruse while fishing.
"GIVE ME DAMN BREAK FROM THAT CRAZY PHILOSOPHY OF YOURS!!!!!", Additional shrieked into the ears of Condtional! After all, what can you expect after ten years of constant 'additionalizing' and perusing through the same philosophies at fishing?
"Have it your way," Additional cried as he stormed out the door, "My lawyer will send you the divorce papers..."
..."I would love to co-author with you!"
Just as Additional was finishing his sentence, Conditional rushed to the door and stood in his way, teary eyed, panting and whispering, "please, don't leave me. I love you."
"Kindly remove your sorry tears from my ankles, and let me hasten from this den of feet-wetting and ankle clamping and door-blocking and mismanagement of my time!" demanded Additional.
"Laudanum!" thought Conditional. She stumbled to the garden that she and Additional had planted together, immersing herself in the brilliant hues of the beckoning poppies.
"My Additional, my love, my life..." murmured Conditional, pressing the barrel of her husband's handgun that she had taken with her from the kitchen against her chest, "...at least I will end here, in our scarlet garden... you told me that its scarlet is for our love, and now without you, this scarlet can with my blood mingle." She fired.
"Noooooooooo!" resounded a cry.
Onto her still body Additional collapsed, maintaining that aweful and agonising cry. He felt her tears still warm on his cheek, "...what have I done?"
Poor guy! She thought when she saw him crying.
"Quirky, this handgun of his," she thought, "tends to go off without warning." Staring round-eyed at him, she whispered, "boo."
"Run", said something inside of Conditional, and she found herself saying it to Additional, the sponsor who had long ago invited her into his home with such high guarantees of marriage, wholesale, and last minute round tickets.