Sixteen years later . . .
“Okay, I got one! Would you rather kiss Torque, or Chunk?”
An eruption of giggles saturated the little group of girls all huddled together on a single bench, eating salads, potato chips, and swigging from cans of diet Poop cola. Passing boys gazed at the girls almost involuntarily, draw in by the exotic aura of such mysterious creatures. Zita, Jess, Sara, Mary and Gretchen were well aware of the watchful eyes, but remained oblivious to the power of their feminine charms.
“Torque, no question,” said Sara firmly. “Jocks are hot as hell and I love muscular guys. Chunk’s all flab.
MK: . . . Is that you, Sir Arthur?
Arthur: Aye, it is. May I be of assistance?
MK: Can you come and help me evacuate a . . . pretty big spider from the bath tub?
Arthur: HAHAHAHA! Never took you for the sort to be frightened of spiders!
MK: . . . I'm not. It's . . . a pretty big spider though.
Arthur: He-he-he . . . *Sigh* . . . Alright. Let me just grab a net.
MK: . . . I don't think that a net's gonna be much he- WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
THIRTY SECONDS LATER . . .
Arthur: Meta Knight! Will this net be - OH MY GOD!!!