Loren: Honey? I'm home!

Man, that's gross. Robin came outta nowhere and all you can see is lips locked in furious action. Sometimes I think he depends more on her than he does on anyone else. She is kinda cute, but I still have to look for the right woman, sooner or later.

Michael: So, Robin, what did you cook for dinner?

It seems as though they kept on ignoring me and continuing with that stuff.

Robin: I cooked something for dinner, but it's not for you.

She pulled Loren into their bedroom, and slammed the door ferociously. Before all the noise started, she managed to say:

Robin: There's some burgers I picked up from McDonald's on the counter.

...and then, there was nothing. Soundproof walls. Cool.

For the next few hours, I sat there in front of the T.V. eating those cheap American Big Macs, and watching Alf. I was thinking about what it would be like to have a woman.

When the boys got home around six, I felt better, because I knew that in an hour, we were going to get into action.

Antonio: I'll go and collect the Uzis from the basement. What else'll we need?

Michael: I don't think we'll need our jackets tonight, so we won't need anything else. Hey Louie, think you could make a nice Italian meal, so I don't get hooked on this American crap?

Luigi: Looks like you had a few Big Macs. I better get started.

I finished my meal. What a relief it is to finally have some real food. It was time to go kick those bastards lousy asses.

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