“What about medical tourism?” She asked, wiping the last of her makeup off her face.

“What about it?” He asked, alternating between poofing out his belly and sucking it in as much as possible.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to go to that place where the jellyfish aren’t toxic to humans and swim among them and have you take beautiful pictures of me in my new bikini.”

“You have a new bikini?”

“I will by the time you get a good underwater camera and tickets to fly us out there.”

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“Out where?”

“Out to that island...” she said, flossing her teeth, “you know... with the jellyfish!”

“Why are we going there?” He asked, staring at his razor and trying to remember what he was doing.

“Because, I bet there is someone there who will cut your balls off for a reasonable price.”

“I guess if they have good doctors out there.”

“Oh yeah, that’d be a bonus if they have doctors!” She said, “You’re so smart, I can’t wait to marry you.”

“You want to get married?” he asked, his words filtered through soapy foam.

“I mean, sure, if you survive.” She smiled as she flossed, a bit of drool slipping over her lips.

He smiled back.