Talk:Witch/@comment-66.249.83.155-20150531041146/@comment-26115871-20150601035346

I say nothing as she approaches. Now that I have a good look at her, she looks less angry and more like she's in disbelief.

"Good GOD man! I was only gone for two hours and you've eaten half the house! Do you realize you've eaten the oven!?"

"I wath hungwy."

"The METAL oven!?"

Oh. Well, that would explain why I can't talk worth crap. I show her a bag full of my teeth, save for the few teeth that did not break. It's not long before she's looking at my mouth with an annoyed sigh. "I can't believe you ate the oven, breaking your teeth, and you didn't even question it!"

By this time she's cured my mouth and restored my teeth, so it's a bit easier for me to talk. "I thought it was cavities."

Long story short, she thinks I need protection from myself and thus decided to marry me.