Eh, if she wants to keep screeching around let her. You're not her dad. The screeching continues, making it kinda hard to enjoy the meal.
Suddenly, something huge rises up from underneath the table, sending the table and it's yummy spaghetti flying. The pasta dish collides with Reginald, causing him to talk about saying things again. Standing before you is a mutant rat, the size of Nixon! The Nixon rat picks up Miranda and begins licking her face. I guess he's after the cheese from the spaghetti.
Well, needless to say you lose. Nixon rats licking face isn't how you win at dating :/.
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