|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| That's a long, complicated story about how you two met. Let me get this straight... | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Okay, you recap while I go hump your date. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
You met in a small cafe on a tepid night in Belgium in 1947. You were both exhausted. You were seeking solace in the warmth of another living creature, never suspecting you were really enemies...
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Your shirt is adorable, Mademoiselle. I love the color. | |
| | |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Wait a minute... did you say "hump my date?" Um, Cowdjinn? | |
| | |
|
 |
|
|
