Tintumol : Honey, if I die would you get married again?
Tintumon : No dear.
Tintumon : I’m sure you would.
Annoyed Tintumon : Okay, I would.
Tintumol : Would you let her sleep in our bed?
Tintumon: Ya, I guess so.
Tintumol : Would you let her wear my clothes.
Tintumon: No, she is taller than you
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