She opened the puttlewhack, "What is it?" she asked as she looked at him with eyes that could melt steel.
"That description makes her sound like Cyclops from the X-Men." But still he ducked in case red lasers did appear from her eyes. "It's a puttlewhack. They send them to the end of time then bring them back again so they can say that our love will last to the end of time."
"The people who make them."
"She softened a little, but not as much as melted ice cream. "Well, I suppose it is a little romantic."
"A little romantic," mused Sid, "could it be a small facial twitch suffered by Julius Caesar?"