The fireworks are setting her off. Cowering in the corner of her office.

WILFORD. PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD. She will crawl onto his lap.

She can only make four of herself. :( A squeak! She forgot what she was about to say. She's pulling him close. Goodness gracious. HE ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE.

Don't wreck the car now, Wilford. She's cupping his face. How cutieful.

Is that a fourth. " We smother each other in affection with our. . .copies. " You can't just steal an idea.

His greed. CAR. THERE'S A CAR.

Three Cheeses? " Are you thinking what I'm thinking. " The fuck is she thinking about.

She's squealing!! Someone's way too joyous about being kissed. THE FUCKING ROAD, WILFORD.

True!! " Suddenly mitosis. " Two of her?

" We'll live. "

Probably. " MEEEE!!! "

" I will make out with you bee tee double euu. "

" DARLING, YOU ALMOST HIT THE LOVEBIRDS. "

" Fuuuuuuuuck. . . Ow. Ow. Owie. Ow ow ow. "

" Ouuuugh. My head hurts. Hm. "

They will probably refuse therapy. " Me? Wow. . . " Freaks.

What kind of issues!! I dunno. " What a cute laugh! " Don't go back to gnawing on him.

" I got chu!!! " Grown woman with issues by the way.

TEEHEE. She stopped, giggling. Going teehee even.

TEEHEE. No. She will not stop.

EVIL TEEHEE. She pulled away just to gnaw on his other cheek. FREAKS.

TEEHEE. She hummed against his skin. Freeeeeeak. SHE'S STILL GNAWING.

TEEHEE. A squeak before chomping on his cheek. Gnaw gnaw gnaw.

CURSE YOU. Did she just nip at his nose.

I HAVE A FIERCE DEITY. well an ocified Fierce Deity. " And you are so handsome!! "

Three days it will fall. " Yes! "

It's a different moon. It's one that has a face. Wink wink. " Spectacular. . . "

THROWS THE MOON AT YOU. " Wooooowie!! "

Throws a plant at you. SHE IS NUDGING HIS SHOULDER.

Ough. There's the wheeze. LET HER FUCKING BREATHE.

I burnt the sandwich. :( FREAKS. THEY NEED TO BREATHE. I dunno.

Turning Cheese into a grilled cheese sandwich SHE DID.

Cheese speech bubble. SHE STOPPED. for now.

And I want Cheese to come back during future April Ghouls. SHE IS STILL MESSING WITH HIS HAIR.

PLUSHIES?? SHE IS STILL RUFFLING THE HAIR.

SQUEAKERS. I'm revoking Cheese's arm privileges. They're gone now. YES THE HAIR.

SQUEAKY TOYS. No they don't. And she's RUFFLING IT UP.

SHE IS SQUEAKING. So handsy with each other. But freaks will be freaks. She's tangling her fingers in his hair.

For reasons. HER JAW WAS HURTING. " You romantic. . . You pink romantic. " She made a trilling sound. Okay.

We are taking him to a mall and steering him clear from Spencer's. She's not gnawing anymore. :( " My jaw got sore. . . " Ow.

Now Cheese. Don't tear the shirt. YAY. She's still gnawing on his shoulder. Girl please. DOES A FLIP.

" Tastes like silk. " Is it. It looks like it's made of silk. Piiiiiink. YAY.

YAY. " MMM. . . PINK SO PINK. " Gnawing on him still. The gif is verrrrrry necessary trust.

I noticed. :) " Goodness! " GNAWING ON HIS SHOULDER. OKAY CHEESE.

Yum yum. " All over the place even. " THAT'S THE THREAT.

I am turning Cheese into grilled Cheese. " I will bite you. " That's not a threat.

Bro. " Just making sure!! "

BECOMING MORE ACTIVE OUT OF SPITE. And she's poking him. All over. Don't do that—

Neuron activated. She's going to pounce on her hubby.

" I can't tell if he dyed his hair yet. Hm. "