"Hey take a look at this. Cool right?"
He stared as she dumped a magazine in his lap, pausing from his studies and studied it intently.
"Not bad eh this one, she's quite cute." He remarked, instantly zooming in on the picture that took up a tiny fraction of the page.
"Thats all you ever care about isn't it?" She said, rolling her eyes as she did. Sigh, only a guy like him would not realize that she was referring to the huge 10 meter swordfish structure that was filling the background, or even the human sized model of Patrick Star to the left of the picture.
"Whats her name?" He asked, obnoxiously ignoring her question, eyes still on the girl.
"I was talking about...Patrick..."
"What sort of name is that for a girl? She looks like a Chloe, she is right?"
She felt an urge to smack him right there. But suddenly an idea popped into her head.
"She's my aunt!" she said as she whipped the thing out of his hands and scuttled away, leaving a slightly horrified him behind.
My he was gullible.
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This my friends is what happens when you try and force a story.
Even with, or despite a creative mind.
Something awfully weird at best, and terrible at worst.
Argh.