all the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart
It was a sight he'd never seen before: 99, swooning, for him! The conversation had proceeded with a certain familiar logic and rhythm he couldn't quite place - perfect and satisfying in every way, yet...
"Oh, Max, I don't care how many dumb things you do, you're so...charming!"
"Dumb? You're not 99."
"I'm not? Then how do you explain what I just said?"
"You're not 99, that's how. She's never called me dumb, and she's certainly never thought of me as charming."
"Max, we're married."
"Then how come I don't know your name?"
And would you believe he still didn't?