We are in an elevator in a Hilton on our way up to our den.
She ( luvvy disciple ) - I don’t want to see you anymore.
Me - Why? what’s wrong with our love? And when did you come up with this idea.
She - It’s just, your IQ never comes up. And I just got this idea in this elevator.
Me - So you mean you ditch me with an elevator pitch, just like that. And what about me?
She - Yes, just like that, don’t worry Natasha will take my place. You know the 5 8 one?
Me - Oh, yeah? cool! and I’ll keep my IQ at 40. Uh huh uh huh. Love you so much.
She - You sly Biatch!