....... Now....... I have a quick question........ SINCE WHEN DID I GET MARRIED TO SATAN?!
▲: Hello? ▼: I AM THE DARK LORD SATAN ▲: Satan? What? ▼: Yes. Satan. ▲: I was hoping for a troll. Not the Devil..... ▼: Well, oopsie daisy. ▼: But now that you have the Devil... ▼: Would you give him a hug? ▲: I don't know ▼: What the fuck kind of answer is that? ▼: Yes or no, man? ▲: My answer ▼: Fucking hell ▲: Dump me if you see fit ▼: No. ▼: I love you. ▲: Huh? ▼: Shhhh ▼: Just feel the love. ▲: *stunned* ▼: I want a hug. ▼: Give Satan a hug. ▲: *hugs* ▼: *snuggles* ▼: I love you, wife. ▲: W-wife? What? ▼: Yes, wife. Why are you acting so stunned? We've been married for five years. ▲: Dude. I just met you. ▲: O.o ▼: Are you having one of your episodes again? ▲: Episodes? ▲: What episodes? ▼: You poor thing. Did you not take your medication this morning? ▲: I don't ever remember getting married ▼: What? Wife, WHAT? HOW COULD YOU NOT REMEMBER? I'm so sorry for yelling, I realize that you are just having another episode. It's okay. ▼: Wife, just lay down. ▼: You need rest. ▲: *holds head* ▼: Darling, just calm down. I know this is hard to understand right now, but you need to calm down. ▲: I AM calm ▼: No, sweetheart, you are not. I can see it in your eyes. ▼: Just lay down. ▼: I just don't understand how you could forget our wedding... ▼: It was beautiful... ▼: Rose petals everywhere... ▲: I've never had a wedding ▼: How could you not--... *sigh* Just think about it. We have been married for five years. ▼: I even have the ring to prove it. ▼: You do, too. ▲: Ring? ▼: Yes, just look at your finger. It should be there. D-did...Did you lose it or something? ▲: I've only had four rings. ▼: Y-you......YOU LOST MY RING? ▼: I SPENT GOOD MONEY ON THAT RING. ▼: AND IT WAS FOR YOU. ▼: SPECIFICALLY ▼: FOR ▼: YOU ▼: How could you? ▲: I didn't lose any rings. I just never had a wedding ring. ▼: Wife.... ▼: What is wrong with you? ▼: Why can't you remember?! ▼: Where the fuck is the ring? ▼: Son of a barrel. ▲: Don't mention barrels....... I hate barrels....... ▲: *reaches for the back of head* Ow.... What's here? (<-- I finally decided to just go with it) ▲: Is that a scar? ▲: Was I hit over the head? ▼: I...I don't know....Were you? *nervously nervous* ▲: *hisses in pain* Ow....... ▼: D-don't touch it! *yanks your hand away* ▲: I can feel a scar...... On the back of my head...... ▼: No shit, wife. Just don't touch it. ▲: I want to know where I got it from ▼: I have no clue... ▼: The barrels did it. ▲: Fucking barrels.....