Eep (to Mouse): Huh? What? Who's female Phillip?
Mouse (to Eep): Huh? What? Oh, sorry... Weird dream.
Eep (to Mouse): Where I was a woman named Phillip? Heh. OK, crazy lady.
Mouse (to Eep): You think I'm crazy after that... I didn't even mention the chicken hat.
Eep (to Mouse): Holy shit... How did you know I own a chicken hat?
Mouse (to Eep): Because I live with you... Talk about nightmares. Creepy Chicken hat. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I'm just giving you a hard time. I don't own a chicken hat. Uh... that I know of. Anyway... Compared to the nightmares you've been having lately, me being a woman named Phillip in a chicken hat isn't so bad.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I didn't even tell you where you were wearing the hat.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh... Well, I was a chick, right? So, I'm guessing the options were more limited. :-P
Mouse (to Eep): Well, you weren't a woman yet... You were just telling me about your future plans. Like I said, very weird.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Oh GOD. Jesus... OK, maybe weirder than I thought.
Mouse (to Eep): I should really stop drinking chocolate milk before I take a nap.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I'd say so. Do you want anything to eat? I made lasagna.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh sure... Wait. We had the ingredients for lasagna?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I mean, mostly. I had to pick up noodles, and get creative with a couple of the ingredients.
Mouse (to Eep): Ok... I'm not going to ask which ingredients. Lasagna me!
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Um, yeah. It's probably better if you don't. I mean, it tastes alright. ... At least, I think so. This has nothing to do with anything, but do you know when your brother, Poppy and the squirt are coming back?
Mouse (to Eep): I'm not sure. It seems like forever since they left to be over there.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You miss them, huh? Heh. Kinda a dumb question, huh? Sorry. Honestly, I, uh, kinda miss them too. Vincent's been a lot more, um, tolerable lately.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, impending parenthood apparently does that...
Eep (to Mouse): I dunno about that. I worked with a couple of people that became completely un-fucking-tolerable once they had kids.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, this is a first for me... Did you use yogurt in this?
Eep (to Mouse): Uhhhh... Remember what I said earlier about it being better if you didn't know?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, yeah... I shouldn't ask. So, I do have another question for you.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. You were warned. So, what's your question?
Mouse (to Eep): Do you want to run away with me to... um, Vegas tomorrow?
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Uh... Vegas? Heh. Yeah. I think I can get off of work at the Malcontent. It's been slow as Hell lately. Why the fuck not?
Mouse (to Eep): Oh good... Um, while we're there, do you want to get hitched for real? ... I totally understand if you don't want to. I mean, I wouldn't blame you at all if you were rethinking the whole marrying me thing after everything that has happened recently.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait... You think that all this bullshit with Hiiri and whatever would make rethink marrying you? I... Fuck. If anything, it made me MORE sure of how I feel about you. I mean, I know that I'm not the most stable guy to hook up with but, I love you, and I don't know what the fuck I would do without you. ... Um, that, uh, that sounded better in my head.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh... I think it sounded perfect. I love you, too. And, I was hoping you'd say that you still wanted to, as I made arrangements.
Eep (to Mouse): You... You made arrangements? Oh... Wow. Well, if you're sure you wanna do this crazy thing, let's go to Vegas. I just have one question: is Elvis going to be involved?
Mouse (to Eep): I actually asked for the Damned wedding package where we get married by a Dave Vanian lookalike but if you'd prefer Elvis... I'm sure I can switch.
Eep (to Mouse): Wait. Is that an option? Is that REALLY a thing?
Mouse (to Eep): Yea, it is... I spoke to a travel agent & we arranged a whole punk rock wedding escape. Including VIP passes to a Bauhaus show.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Wow. Uh, WOW. Man, you were really trying to make sure I said yes, huh? Um... kidding, by the way. Totally kidding.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee. Well, I figured if that didn't work, then you really didn't want to get married to me. :-p
Eep (to Mouse): That sounds more than a little amazing. Um, you're OK with not doing a more traditional wedding?
Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I'm fine with it. Though, Delia & Wanda did help me pick out a dress. But, I think you'll like it. I wasn't even going to tell anyone but Wanda overheard me on the porch talking to the travel agent & wrangled it out of me.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Um, that's, uh, that's good. I'm sure I will. Like it, I mean. Christ. Wow. You really wanna marry me, huh? Damn. When the fuck did I get so lucky?
Mouse (to Eep): Heh, I don't think you're so bad, Felix my love.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, well clearly. Keep in mind, I'm not saying I agree with you, but for what it's worth, I'm glad. Um... Did you really think I wouldn't wanna marry you after all that bullshit with Hiiri? Cause, um, no offense, but that's just nuts. Heh.
