Gi: Diana, babe, will you...be mine?
Diana: *click!*
Gi: I promise to love and cherish you, in sickness or in health, through good times and bad times.
Di: *click!*
Gi: DAMMIT! How come you're so complicated! Speak you plastic thingy, SPEAK!
Di: *click!* *Click!* *Click!*
Gi: OKAY OKAY SORRYYYYYYY! You're wasting my film. PRECIOUS, VERY EXPENSIVE FILM.
Di: *CLICK!*
(Fresh out of the box, the beauty)
Do you not see her smirk?
Me and her? We're so going to go far.
At least we will if I don't screw up the film! Honestly, how come it jumped to 2?! Where did 1 go!?!? SOMEONE ENLIGHTEN ME
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