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It was a beautiful pink and orange sunset in... Hawaii, sure, Hawaii. The shadows from the exotic trees symbolised the chasm Dearka felt between himself and his strong, manly lover with their forboding darkness.
"Oh, Yzak," Dearka cried, his terrible hair blowing in the cool breeze from the... ocean? Sure, ocean. "I would be utterly distraught if you left me. I'd even stop being laidback and bad-jokey for a whole week!"
"I'm afraid I can't stay with you, Dearka," Yzak said, broodily. "I must reclaim my, um, honor and family millions and stuff by ... marrying Cher. Sure, that works."
"But she's a woman! And you're very gay, Yzak," Dearka gasped! Lightning flashed and illuminated his shocked features, and yet somehow not his hair.
"It's not like married people have sex anyway!" Yzak uttered, sardonically. Sardonically? Sure, they're always sardonic in these things. "And I'm aware she only wants me so she can wear my feather coat and so she can stop me from ever wearing pastels ever again."
And then Dee showed up from out of nowhere and said, "Let's have a foursome!"
"Oh, Yzak," Dearka cried, his terrible hair blowing in the cool breeze from the... ocean? Sure, ocean. "I would be utterly distraught if you left me. I'd even stop being laidback and bad-jokey for a whole week!"
"I'm afraid I can't stay with you, Dearka," Yzak said, broodily. "I must reclaim my, um, honor and family millions and stuff by ... marrying Cher. Sure, that works."
"But she's a woman! And you're very gay, Yzak," Dearka gasped! Lightning flashed and illuminated his shocked features, and yet somehow not his hair.
"It's not like married people have sex anyway!" Yzak uttered, sardonically. Sardonically? Sure, they're always sardonic in these things. "And I'm aware she only wants me so she can wear my feather coat and so she can stop me from ever wearing pastels ever again."
And then Dee showed up from out of nowhere and said, "Let's have a foursome!"