As we are surfing the internet, looking at houses, reading blogs, etc.
Her: I want to make soap.
Her: I saw a recipe online the other day, and I want to try it.
Her: When the zombie apocalypse finally comes I do want to be somewhat self-sufficient.
Her: Well we’re going to need soap. I mean who’s gonna work at the soap factories. Not the zombies!
Her: You’re just gonna let them get you aren’t you?
Me: Yes, I am gonna sacrifice myself and then come after you. Then I’ll bite you and we can be zombies together!
Her: Why do you want to be a zombie? That’s gross!
Me: See, then we won’t need soap! We won’t care about anything.
Her: Then you won’t bite me because you won’t care if you’re with me.
Me: Yes, because I love you! I’ll always want to be with you because those feelings run deep!
Her: No, if you’re a zombie everything from the neck down is dead. The only thing working is the medulla oblongata.
Me: My medulla oblongata will always love and recognize you!
Her: No, jealousy, anger, and impulse controls are all that live in the medulla oblongata.
Me: So if I have the impulse to kiss you right now that’s from the medulla oblongata?
Her: No, that’s a choice.
So I bit her instead.