“Oh Sergei, do you think we’ll ever escape this festering plain, this landscape of ennui and emptiness, so that we can share our love as it was meant to be shared?”

“Mmphmh…mghmm…”

“What Sergei? I can’t hear you through my containment suit?”

“Mgnnnnn! Mgnnnn!”

“Oh, I love you too Sergei. Fishheads. We’ll have fishheads! And bathe our radiation sores together!”

“Gnnn!!! Gnnnn!”

[From the Toulouse Le Grandfig Collection]

More awkward embraces at humor-blogs.com and alltop. And for all of you who’ve already seen this, and a few of the other posts of the last few days, my apologies — I’m consumed by this novel-writing thingy.