(Have no idea if I should make this a one-shot or not)
"It's Valentine's day!" Private yelled cheerfully. "...well tomorrow."
At the middle of the room, Skipper just rolled his eyes. "Private, what's so great about that?"
"It's a dia about ♥'s, and love, and...♥'s! I can't wait!" he said, "Who knows, maybe [1]you'll[/1] find a encontro, data Skippa'!"
"Private, No. I'm not ever, ever, EVER! going to encontro, data again!" he yelled. "I'm not even sure amor exist anymore."
"Skipper, amor does exist," said Kowalski, "It's inside our bodies. Which is located somewhere in the circulatory system."
"You too Kowalski?"...
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