Summary: In response to Knight Smeg's first line challenge:
"Qui-Gon, no one is going to believe we're lovers."
Feedback: Well, sure. Otherwise, I'd just sit around and read
this to myself.
Disclaimer: I didn't do it. And even if I did, I didn't make a
dime.
"Qui-Gon, no one is going to believe we're lovers."
no response
"Did you hear me? I said, no one is going to believe
we're lovers."
"So?"
incredulously "So? SO? So what's the point of me
getting dressed up in this--what did you call it?"
"Tuxedo."
"...in this tuxedo, and going with you to the--what did you
call it?
"National Guard Armory."
"...the National Guard Armory, wearing that god-awful--what did
you call it?
"Wrist corsage."
"...wrist corsage, if no one is going to believe we're lovers?"
"I don't care what they believe, Padawan. All I care about is
showing up for my 40th high school reunion with a hot little
number less than half my age who gazes up at me adoringly and
compliments me repeatedly on my sexual prowess."
pause
silkily "Oh, well. Say no more, my studly Master of
Luv."
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