The mediocre gentlemen sat around discussing ways to make their city less mediocre but there were no mirrors in the room and so they failed.

He says, I’m engineering roller coasters for obese people. And she is satisfied enough with his response. Though she never asked a question.

He says, We will write the story of our love on your flesh. She turns over, her body convulsed with laughter. Who talks like that? she asks.