G: And where have you been? R: N... nowhere, I just had to work late. G: Work you say? R: Yes, I uh had a lot on. G: So tell me then Robert, why did your boss tell me you left three hours ago when I called up to find out where you were. R: Honey, it's not what you think, it's not like that at all. G: Don't lie to me Rob. I know you've been sneaking out to that French cafe at lunch times. Having your way with that degenerate French Toast! Every night you come home and I can smell that whiff of cinnamon on your breath, the crumbs on your collar. I can't take it anymore Rob! I want a divorce. R: Honey please calm down, you're over-reacting. G: Don't tell me how to act! R: WELL IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S ENTIRELY ON ME GARLIC BREAD. YOU'VE BEEN SO COLD AND DISTANT TO ME EVER SINCE I TOOK YOU HOME FROM THAT FREEZER. OH YES YOU WERE PLENTY TEMPTING THEN, WHEN YOU WERE "ON SPECIAL", BUT A MAN CAN'T JUST LIVE OFF GARLIC BREAD. I HAVE NEEDS YOU KNOW GARLIC BREAD, DIETARY NEEDS. NEEDS YOU CAN'T FULFILL. G: WELL MAYBE IF YOU'D TAKE THE TIME TO PUT ME IN THE OVEN FOR AN HOUR, INSTEAD OF JUST MICROWAVING ME AND HAVING IT ALL OVER IN THREE MINUTES. R: Honey please just calm down, the neighbours... G: MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU sobbing R: Honey please, don't cry, I'm sorry. Here let me lick away those tears. Mmm, hey they're pretty salty. MMM. G: Rob... rob what are you doing. R: Mmm salty and garlicy. G: ROBERT STOP IT YOU'RE SCARING ME. R: I need you inside me garlic bread, I can't hold back any longer. G: No, ROBERT NO PLEASE HELP, SOMEBODY HEEELLLPP R: OM NOM NOM NOM G: AAAARRGGGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH