NOOOOOOOOOO!
Wally?
DO NOT CALL ME THAT.
…
NOOOOOOOOOO!
I’m sorry, buddy.
ALL OF MY RELATIONSHIPS END THIS WAY.
Badly?
I WAS BEING MORE SPECIFIC: ALL OF MY RELATIONSHIPS END WITH A BLIMP CRASHING INTO A FIELD VERY SLOWLY.
You have a type.
I AM GOING TO BE ALONE FOREVER.
No, you’re not. You’ll find someone. And then they won’t pop.
THEY ALL POP. LOVE IS MERELY THE PERIOD BEFORE DEFLATION.
Aw.
I’ve been waiting all day for this!