“All this time I just kinda assumed she had a couple loud, nosy roommates. She said the camera on her machine didn’t work, so that’s why she stuck to audio-only…”
“So why the post-date stress? Was she dog-ugly, and caught ya staring at her like she had two heads?”
“Three, actually. And not ugly, kinda cute, actually.”
“Pardon?”
“Imagine a bipedal Cerberus. With boobs. And about seven feet tall.”
“…right, I forgot you said you didn’t care for tall chicks.”
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“I can see why she hid it. I mean, I don’t always let people know I’m a cephalopodic slime monster, straight off.”
“So what did you do?”
“I went out with her of course. The other two heads were very nice. Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t break her hearts and all. And… I dunno what it is, but stepping–”
“Slithering.”
“Whatever. Going out of my comfort zone? Wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. She’s amazing. She has these little warts that are all lined up under her left eye? Like little marching beauty marks…”
“You fell in love.”
“Plummeted.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I think I like her sister heads too…”
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