So afraid of not being able to finish the meat that you're eager to share—are you not interested in progressing?
Just wait, I'll give you a taste of my mind when we get back!
Wayne's focus was entirely on Christ, leaving Philomena seething in frustration at being ignored on the side, she snapped angrily, "Just because she's younger, a mere ten years and a few months younger than me?"
Auntie, that's quite a 'few' months you've got there!
It was such a ludicrous point that Wayne almost suffocated trying to hold back his laughter; he nodded with a serious face, "That's right, I do prefer them young. Mathematically speaking, two Christs equal one of you. Is it that hard to choose between two-to-one?"
That's preposterous! Who solves problems like that?
Enraged, Philomena retorted, "How come you weren't complaining about my age when you were touching me just now? Mark my words, one day you'll be obedient to me."
"That's too difficult; I still suggest Cris..."