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“I think I should do it at the same time.” You believe this is the most reasonable move.
“Are you ambidextrous?” Matilda needs to confirm before giving the go.
“Uh, no?” You’re the type of odd person who makes motions with one hand that you can’t do with the other, you blame this on cooking.
“Then explain to me how you plan to do an effective thorough simultaneous examination.” Matilda questions your skills. Yeah, you think Matilda has lost it! Is this how she felt when you were tired?
“I’ll do this first.” You do the textbook hand motion of grabbing with care. “Then this.” You cross your arms so your hands change objectives. A cross-examination, if you will. “See? Simple.”
“This accomplishes nothing. You need both hands for one of us.” Matilda doesn’t accept this. “Your overwhelmed senses won’t cast a fair judgment.”
“Okay, Mat. You need to trust me here if you’re leaving me to judge.” You will stand your dubious ground on this dubious matter.
“Wilma, your take?” Matilda needs a second opinion.
“Do I have to take this matter seriously?” Wilma is the last bastion of sensible thinking in the room left.
“With that perfect poise, I’d be surprised if you weren’t from the very beginning.” Matilda is a little surprised. “The short answer is <span class="mu-s">yes</span>. I don’t know how many times I have to stress that I’m serious about this, and committed to the bitter end.” Or Spicy, in her case. Sweet, if you pretend this is an extension of your bubbly times.
“...I-I may regret saying this, but shouldn’t we take our bras off?” Wilma points out the examination might be faulty with them on.
“He can slip his hands around them, but it’d be uncomfortable for us. You have a point.” Matilda grants the tomato a victory. “Do you propose we take them off?”
“I-I believed you’d be embarrassed by the thought and reconsider this a little. You know, make it a little more romantic…” Wilma’s original strategy backfires. She can’t make Matilda change her ways.
“This is how she is, Wilma. She never does something that she doesn’t want unless you pay her.” You tell the Tomato. This is the strangely straightforward Matilda you have always known. “And I’m not giving her another dollar.”
