"Oh. It's you," Dr. Blossom huffed in annoyance when he noticed who sat at Dr. Alma's usual spot at the hospital's cafeteria, "Where is the princess?"

"Howdy, Dr. Blossom," Mr. Slick greeted the frootie, "Al is still with a patient. She asked me to keep her seat in the meantime,"

Dr. Blossom glared coldly at Mr. Slick as he sat in the seat opposite of him.

"She deserves better than you," he stated coldly.

"Can't argue with that," he shrugged, "I still don't know why she married me,"

"That's quite simple," he smirked, "She only married you because she felt that she's not worthy of my devotion and love and only agreed to date you because she felt sorry for you,"

"Ah, but Al was the one who asked me out," the salesman pointed out, "Which means she dated me 'cos she wanted to,"

"Well, she married you because she felt sorry for you. She doesn't actually love you,"

"Ah, but it's isn't better for her to want to be with someone that she feels sorry for than not wantin' to be with someone 'cos of how they treated her?"

The frootie's eyes flashed with pure anger.

"Lies! Lies! Lies!" he snapped, "I treated her as she wanted to be treated. It's not my fault she doesn't live up to my standards,"

"Standards that were completely out of character for her," the nebulanian pointed out.

"Lies! You don't know her at all!"

"I know more about her than you ever will," Mr. Slick pointed out, "I actually took the time to get to know her than to believe that my mental image of her is the real her,"

"My mental image of her is the real her," Dr. Blossom hissed, "She doesn't know it yet,"

"That is unfair to her and you," Mr. Slick shook his head, "She would never live up to your image of a fragile princess that sits at home, dolls herself up and think you are so better than her,"

"As if you're much better,"

"No, I am not," the salesman disagreed, "We have our disagreements, but we see each other as equals and accept each other's strengths and flaws,"

"I can't listen to this anymore," the frootie snapped as he got up from his seat and left. He didn't even greet Dr. Alma when she entered the cafeteria when he stormed passed her.

"Hm, what was that about?" Dr. Alma asked as she approached Mr. Slick.

"Ah, the same ol' goodies as usual,"