“I’m just saying,” Amy said, “those shields look like
enormous nipples. I wonder if they were
prepping to fight an army of babies.”
She let out a snort at her own joke.
Graham, meanwhile, was not amused. He didn’t even look around to see if the
other museum patrons were staring at them.
“Why do you have to be so crude?”
“Gee, I dunno,” she replied, the grin disappearing from her
face. “Why do you have to be so uptight?”
“I am not uptight,” he said through gritted teeth. “I just don’t think that this place of
history is the right time for lowest common denominator humor.”
“Lowest common denominator!?” she shouted, drawing heads
their way. “Is that what you think of
me!? Look, I’m sorry if the things that
randomly pop into my brain aren’t the stuff of Socrates, but don’t you dare
treat me like I play to the Adam Sandler crowd!”
“I’d really rather not do this…” He started to turn away.
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