"oh no no no no." Flynn rubbed his chin as he delightfully chewed on whatever sweet morsel Simona had cooked for breakfast."That is so bad, dear captain. You must leave your beatiful face and bosoms rest! Or else they'll wrinkle up on no time. You'll end up as an untastefully young old woman in no time." The medic said back to the captain. "It'd be a pity, your beauty is one of the few things this cruel world has to compensate for its bland baseness..."

And then, the medic slipped out of his seat, while advancing forward towards the cook. "Please marry me, Simona! Without your breakfast, I couldn't live! It is as necessary as my breath!" Flynn said, while taking the cook's hand...