Chapter Seven

    Nettles burst into tears.  "WAAAHHHH!"
    Prod was shocked.  He spun around and faced Nettles.  He started to shake uncomfortably.
    "What's wrong?"
    "BLAWWWW!" Nettles whined.
    "Wha...what is wro"
    "WAHHHHH!" interrupted Nettles.
    Prod sighed and gathered together his courage.  "I...I'm sorry, Nettles.  You are not just a dumb blonde."
    "Really?  You mean it?"
    Prod lied through his teeth, "Yes, I mean it!  You are a very bright person. You are almost as smart as I."
    Nettles turned red with embarrassment.  She was beaming with pride.  Obviously, she hadn't caught the hint of insincerity in Prod's voice.  Prod breathed a sigh of relief.
    "Why are you breathing a sigh of relief?"
    "What?  Oh!  I am just fatigued...yes...that's it!  Fatigued!"
    Nettles raised her eyebrow suspiciously.  Then she said, "that's good enough for me!"
    Prod breathed a sigh of relief.
    "Stop that!" screamed Nettles.  Then, she realized she was yelling at a sleeping Prod.
    She sighed and then walked out the front door, slamming it behind her.

Chapter Eight

    Prod heard the door shut, then he got up and sat on the loveseat.  "I thought she'd never leave."
    He sat there for many hours looking at a dull painting on the wall.  He sat completely still in a sort of trance
    It was a picture of some dogs playing poker.  He wondered how the painting got up on the wall in the first place.  It was one of the most ridiculous things that he had ever seen.
    He stood up and walked across the hard wood floor to the wall.  Violently, he ripped the painting of the wall and snapped it in half with his knee, just as Nettles walked in.
    She looked at the painting and screamed, "Ahhh!  My painting!"
    Prod was petrified.  He didn't know what to say.
    "I gave that to you last year as a birthday present.  How could you?"
    "Uh...well...er...um...I...It was an accident!"
    "No it wasn't!  I walked in and saw you snap it in half with your knee!  AND THEN YOU LIED TO ME!  BLAWWWW!" she screamed.  She ran out of the house crying like a little baby.
    Behind her, she shut the door so hard that it was knocked of it's hinges and slammed, with a deafening "wham!" on the floor.
    Prod, again, sighed.
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