A Pile Of Bombs In Time

On a god-tiered and nightmarish morning, Andrej sat upon the roof. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His eye ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Bastet to love someone with an exploded eye?

Ironically, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an explosive deceased faygo bomb, all on a summer's day. I wish my Bastet would detonate me, in her own deadly way..."

"Do you?" Bastet sat down beside Andrej and put her hand on Andrej's eye. "I think that could be arranged."

Andrej gasped windily. "But what about my exploded eye?"

"I like it," Bastet said while on fire. "I think it's burning."

They came together and their kiss was like something really bad.

"I love you," Andrej said luckily.

"I love you too," Bastet replied and annihilated him.

They bought a nightmare squiddle, moved in together, and lived derpily ever after.