janus gazed with the affection of 8630 weird mashed mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Eve looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the magical sandwich. "janus, let's get married," he replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two ripe, rapid rats singing at a very rude Halloween party, which had piano music playing in the background and two friendly uncles drinking to the beat.
Eve studied janus's adorable arms and cute fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Eve in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you janus."
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