twenty three, fox asked my dad for my hand dad groaned, no, no, no, but do understand we love you, you're already like our son but you two really do have to prove me wrong It's about time you stop being such fuck ups, getting in trouble with coffee and donut Go get a future and come back again We'll look at the situation, and make our decision then. So we told him 'bout our new positions at the agency he looked at fox and me with glee 'someones taking the mickey! Ask your mum, she'll back me up, there ain't such things as zombies!' Its not a future, its not a job, you're still not getting married First paycheck, second paycheck, deposit on a flat moving out our parents, got a rose and fox doormat two-oh-five's in storage, two new renault five G.T. Turbo's, white for fox, and a red one just for me. A year had passed, so again fox asked, 'can Rose now be my wife? I promise I won't hurt her, and i'll be there all her life!' Fox in suprise, he saw dad's eyes, drip a little tear. Dad gave fox his blessing, and then cried with my old dear. Fox and me at the point, arcade, joint, true romance on one knee, looked up at me, 'be my Alabama?, i'll be your Clarence??' Yes!!!!
