I run..... as far away as I can.... away from him. It's been building up to this forever..... I hated to do this to him... after our loving relationship for so many years.... but it was meant to be. I don't love him. I don't think I ever did. When I told him... I could see his heart snap in half. I feel partly guilty for reeking that agony upon him, but it has to be.
Further behind, he lies on the ground sobbing, begging me desperately to return.... saying he'll do anything to gain my love back. I ignore him. And keep running through the forest. To where I do not know. As I run... I come to the clearing.... our secret spot where we spent so many good times together. I do not mean the love I just left behind, of course, but my new lover. The one I cheated with for months now.
Now there is nothing left to hinder our love. As expected... he is waiting for me. He sees me, and gets up, with that ever familiar scowl on his face. He never smiles. But that doesn't mean he isn't a romantic at heart. My heart flutters with excitement and my pulse races at the sight of him. He gets up and walks over to me. "Is it done?" He asks in his gruff voice. "Yes. I told him everything." "At last...." He pulls me into his strong grip and begins kissing me hard. I return the favor. "Together at last, Marzipan." He says. "Yes..." Me and StrongBad french kiss.