

The doorbell rings, and the man answers. His date is nicely dressed, wearing a bone necklace and a smile. He leads her to the dining room table to be seated, which he does also. Before collecting her first sip of vino, she is taken aback by the sudden guttural growls of, "LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEARRRT/I'M IN LOVE WITH YOOOU!!!" Once again, "LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEARRRT/I'M IN LOVE WITH YOOOU!!!" Second time around, however, she starts getting into it and is soon joined by her companion.
I'm so jealous. That guy has a CD-Recorder.
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