"Aren't you married?" Flabberghast asked. The toothbrush grabbed a pen and wrote "Nah" on Flabberghast's hand. He was heavily confused. The toothbrush was wearing a ring. Is it lying to me? Flabberghast explained his confusion to the toothbrush. It wrote, "I just like rings," on his hand. This had explained so much. Flabberghast felt he was ready to ask another major question, but he didn't. He knew the toothbrush was not ready for this proposal. They just cuddled up and started season 8 of American Idol, the smell of moldy Taco Bell wafting through their noses.
