Chapter 763: Standard Quiz

If I had a dollar for every instance my romantic life had been scrutinized, dissected and teetering on the brink of a well-motivated intervention, I'd probably have… a fistful of greens, to say the least. 

Which, considering the socioeconomic standing of our world's overall economy wasn't of much help to me… much like this situation here, right here, sitting here, being pressed and picked apart once more for my romantic exploits, yeah, this really wasn't helping at all. A precarious dilemma that no amount of fistful of dollars was gonna make go away. 

I was stuck here. Only for three minutes though, one might point out the silver lining on this bleak cloud… except that silver lining there was actually the looming edge of a larger, bleaker cumulonimbus. 

Three minutes and seconds rapidly dwindling was all the time I had to somehow defuse this bomb named Hayley before she blows this whole misunderstanding of hers into migraine-instilling proportions.