- Would you like to go on a date with me? I mean, I like you, and you tend to smile at me which, if I have understood the ancient scripts correctly, means that you don't actively despise the look of I. Although the possibility is that it's just a defensive reflex, which would be more clearly indicated by your backing towards the door without sudden movements and while making gentle, cooing noises. So, would you like to go out, say, Friday at seven?

- Oh, my smile was only to mean that I kindly tolerate your presence for as long as I am made to. And I don't make cooing noises unless in the presence of an infant, and mental underdevelopment isn't exactly the same thing as infancy but makes you a rather sad person.

- So, is that a "yes"?

- Sure, the one made of two consecutive letters starting with an "n".

- Why are you stop showing off your unique Spelling skills in public like that? Don't be so careless or someone could make you appear on Jay Leno's show or something.

- Oh, I think I saw you on the show once! The Talking Monkey Boy, you're for real! I ain't got any 'nanas, but here, have a Bounty bar.

- Monkey Boy? Oh man, are you a furry? I've read about you guys on the 'net! They say Furries get turned on by fantasies of animal fur on humans. Apparently — and sadly, and also frighteningly — Chubaca is considered by many of you "a sexy beast."

- Yes, indeed you are my unshaven fantasy. Now if you excuse me, I have a life to attend.

Saying that she left. It would be all cute and romantic to be able to say something in the lines of her perfume claiming the air for a minute or two more after she left, but the next hour is a blur in my memory. I kept falling on things and forgetting what I was to do four seconds earlier.

I think she likes me.