(Have no idea if I should make this a one-shot ou not)
"It's Valentine's day!" Private yelled cheerfully. "...well tomorrow."
At the middle of the room, Skipper just rolled his eyes. "Private, what's so great about that?"
"It's a jour about ♥'s, and love, and...♥'s! I can't wait!" he said, "Who knows, maybe [1]you'll[/1] find a rendez-vous amoureux, date Skippa'!"
"Private, No. I'm not ever, ever, EVER! going to rendez-vous amoureux, date again!" he yelled. "I'm not even sure l’amour exist anymore."
"Skipper, l’amour does exist," a dit Kowalski, "It's inside our bodies. Which is located somewhere in the circulatory system."
"You too Kowalski?"...
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