Mr. Fox and Rabbit - Part 8

“Philippine chicks are really hot.”
“They can be, they can be. I suppose they are Philippinas.”
“That sounds vaguely dirty.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Who is speaking?”
“Not really sure.”
“Oy.”
“That is a fairly good identifier, Perfectly, but it is overused.”
“That was me, Rabbit.”
“Why did you say Oy?”
“’Cause I am in disguise.”
Toad looked at his watch.
“Have some place to go to, Perfectly?” Dr. Bear inquired politely.
“I have to go home so I can be up at DAWN. She told me she would be on-line, her time, and I will have a chance to talk to HER.” Perfectly Frank put a hand over his heart and closed his eyes. He began to hum something. A completely idiotic smile suffused his entire being.
Rabbit spat on him.
Fox patted Toad on the shoulder. “There, there… Now, why would OOYMFETAI… why would she come on line at dawn? Are you MAD?”
“I don’t know… Because she is busy until late?”
Rabbit grinned. “Now I wonder, why would she be busy until late on a Thursday night? BUSY…”
Perfectly Frank’s face went from a healthy, excited pink to a pale, trembling shadow of its former self. “No…” he gasped.
“Haha. Think about it, Toad, doormat man. She won’t tell you she is going out with some guy because she knows you will pull a freakout. Now, when you go home, she will not be on-line if the date went well, because she will have been out until the wee hours of the morning, at least. And the last person she will want to share her wonderful incredible date experience with is YOU.”
“At least you know she is not out with Rabbit. I mean, he would be screwing her every which way but Sunday by now.”
“There ain’t nothing wrong with Sunday either, Dr. Bear.”
Toad moaned out loud and slowly pulled himself against the wall in the corner, collapsing in stages into a whimpering, crumpled heap.
“Get a hold of yourself, man. Go get yourself some ass.”
“But she is special…” whimpered Toad.
Rabbit grinned. “Can she…”
“NO!” screamed Toad. “She can’t! She won’t! I won’t listen to this anymore!” Perfectly Frank ran to the door, ripped it out of its hinges and hurled himself out of the tree, into the ridiculously star filled romantic night.
“Wow.” Said Dr. Bear.
“Yes. Love conquers all. Including doors, Or so it seems.”