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Jerma and Senator Armstrong's relationship had grown and evolved since the Ditto Incident. Sure, there was that one time when Armstrong killed Jerma, but Jerma moved past that. What was he going to do? Armstrong had Nanomachines, Son, and Jerma certainly did not.
Now they lived together in a small studio apartment in New York City with their two cats. But everything changed when Luigi showed up that day.
"Yahoo, yippee, Okie Dokie" Luigi said.
"Luigi what are you talking about?" Jerma replied
"Awawawawawawa!!!" Luigi shouted.
"NANOMACHINES, SON!" Armstrong shouted back.
The conversation continued like this for seventeen days. By the end, Armstrong had had enough. "NANOMACHINES, SON!! " he shouted
He punched a hole straight through where the green, mustachioed man was standing, letting out a deafening, Titan-like roar. Jerma could only watch with horror as Armstrong's breath grew heavy, his shirt drenched, transparent with sweat. "Oh my god, what did you do to him?!" Jerma cried, his Boston accent cracking with emotion.
"I did what I *had* to, Jeremiah," Armstrong replied, his massive, sausage-like fingers coming to wipe Jerma's tears away. "I couldn't let him take you from me."
"What?"
"I saw how you looked at him. He... he has everything you want in a man. He's Italian, he's a complete wimp! He's pathetic!"
"But babe, he could never be you!"
"Are you so sure about that?"
Jerma was taken aback. Did Luigi truly have such potential? Could he have become... a nanomachine son? He didn't know. All he knew right now was that Senator Armstrong felt truly threatened by Luigi.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Senator." Jerma whimpered, turning away from Armstrong, though he knew he wanted to gaze into his lover's eyes.
Dinner was awkward. The two of them poked and pricked at their plates, cautiously eating the "Food" branded food, but not looking across the table. The air was heavy, hot, coming to a fever pitch-
"I'm sorry," filled the room. It was impossible to tell who said it first.