"Oh, Hitomi, I'm so afraid to meet your mom. She's gonna hate me. I'm 22, jobless, and I still live in my parent's basement. What kind of fiance am I?"
"Honestly? If you don't eat her limbs or spray the house down with nuclear flame, she'll probably be happy."
"Well, that's kind of comforting. Thanks, baby."
"No problem. And just remember, hun: As long as we're together, nobody else matters. And with that giant monster wang of yours, I ain't goin' nowhere."
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