I am in charge of Smoketh's romantic life, so it was rather disconcerting that while in the ambulance parking lot (while... facilitating papers for an ambulance conduction)she had this sudden realization:
Smoketh:It just dawned on me that Grass is really such... a grass.
Spider Pig (me): So you're no longer lusting after him?
Smoketh: Less and less each day. If in the scale it was 2 yesterday, now it's... negative 6.
This is alarming, not only because the concept of negative lust is confusing, but more importantly, because it somehow destroys my hopes of seeing five babies getting born smoking a joint. Marabou Stork Nightmare!