🚀 go-pugleaf

Ignoring blissfully the earlier challenge:--

     first off, pander only to me, dearest (oops!), and not to any other
imagined whims you may forsooth to forsee.

     second, I apologize for the heat; it's a balmy cold front that blows
over the nuptial vows which, as near as I can tall tell (or otherwise),
does not, and could not, apply to me.

     third, it would have been the egg substitute; wish to watch your
cholesterol for you, my beautiful, beautiful beauty.

     fo(u)rth, do requisition LIBWCA with his Most Impressive Bibliographic
background to find you those volumes: I'm saying, talk to the ex-Godhead,
too importune for re/approach.

     fifth, do not dawdle, but rush swoop fly strafe crash into my arms
and we'll find a nice equator to (double-)cross (how'm'I doin'?), in,
out, to find you a Heart of Winter, IceGirl (yr own comic soon to appear).

     sixth, because I cannot ignore it, hopeless roaming mantric that I
be, consider (ha): I have never annoyed you.  Never.  If you misconstrued
the debris as such, then, well, shall I become uppity and insist "Have
Done With" or "Best Interests" or any other?  Your town, your city, your
county, your country, your continent -- gee, how far does this go? --
your turnip, your rutabega, your collection of pencaps only slightly
chewed.  I am bystander who awaits every crowned king with the heightened
anticipation of someone who goes to chess matches actually hoping to
meet members of the opposite sex, nerveless or no.

     seventh, (deleted by order of the High Commander of the Regiment)

     eighth, I will glandly take you to any night klub you wish, with
the ever-so-slight condition that they must not play music.

     ninth, who is the High Commander of the Regiment? I await further
instructions (good spy that I am, shall I tell you of M?)

     tenth, darling.


or so she said.