"Where the hell have you been? I've been alone all day thanks to you."
"Zben glohct pestuign gggm." said Rob. Hist eyes were sewn shut and hair buzzed off. Sloppy suchers zig-zagged between his temples.
"What the hell?" replied Jodie, almost to herself.
Rob reached out his arms towards her with limp wrists, his fingernails fell off in slow motion.
After what felt like (and was) ten minutes the last fingernail hit the floor.
"AHHHHGGHGHCH!" they both screamed.
Jodie sprinted straight past Rob, hitting him with her enormous female hip and knocking him over, and never looked back.
Rob's expression, though hard to read, was sad. It wasn't his fault, really, that someone had kidnapped and horribly mangled him. His language functions had been severely damaged in the poorly thought out experiment. The only memories he had managed to hold onto were those of Jodie, and how much he loved her. He had drawn her face on his left fist, using his thumb as her mouth, and his first knuckle as her beautiful hazel eyes. He tried to look at the crude drawing as he laid helplessly on the porch, but could only make out faint light through his stitched lids. This was so frustrating!
He tried ripping the stiches out, but it hurt like hell.
"BAHGSTASAAAHHhh!" he said.
All hell broke loose in his emotions now, and Rob began to cry like a baby. "WAHH WAHH WAHH" he cried.
But.. surprisingly... no tears... how strange...
But the more he cried the more he hurt! Inside, yes, but mainly hist head. Oh the pain! his eyes were being pushed into his brain by pressure of his tears, that he couldn't stop! So much emotional and physical pain! Oh, who wouldn't cry, really?
This nonsense continued for twenty minutes before his eyelids burst, showering his face in salty bloody tears! Rob smiled like a two month year old baby with gums and no teeth (removed in the surgery no doubt), and smiled at his hand that looked nothing like Jodie, but still comforted him. He moved his hand closer, and closer, and...
They kiss.
