Benginald Shapiro was getting ready for his job as a person. As he picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave the house, his doctor wife, the doctor Dr Mor, leaned in for a kiss. Ben straightened his tie and remarked, "Theoretically, for example, in a hypothetical situation for the sake of the argument, I kissed you on the cheek."
Dr Mor sighed. That would suffice. She reprimanded herself, knowing she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. As she watched her husband enter the pneumatic tube that would transport him to the Working Zone, made up of Twists B02 through B87, she refilled her water glass and drank it hungrily.
When Shapiro laid down in the tube, he immediately realized something was wrong. But it was too late. He was going in the wrong direction. The emergency stop button was so close the small man could almost taste it. But his arms were too worn out from a long night of owning liberals and attempting to help his wife. He continued hurtling towards A04.
Sans was relaxing on the couch. With his phone in one hand, a glass of ketchup in the other, this was shaping up to be a good day. His brother Papyrus was busy cooking spaghetti, so Sans had the majority of the house to himself. He turned his eyes to the television when the head of a small man crashed through it.
"Hypothetically, this is actually my place of work, and you theoretically never laid your eyes upon me in this situation that would be embarrassing were it not for the fact that this is only conceptual."
Sans felt himself grin. This black-haired mousy looking man was enjoyable. Still, he had wanted to spend the day relaxing alone, and the eloquent speaker hampered that plan.
"Nyeh! Who's the babyface?" It was Papyrus. Another person.
"Don't you have spaghetti to make?"
The babyface spoke. "I hypothetically apologize. In a rare moment where I chose feelings over facts, I attempted to remove myself from the tube. It did something strange and crashed into a tube carrying a pharmacist and his platypus husband."
"Yeah yeah, I get it. Just let me get back to my phone."
As Shapiro sullenly walked to the next tube stop, a pharmacist and his platypus husband looked on. It seemed the Love-Findinator had worked. And they couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
