Reentering the room, you find Merv on Sarah's bed, wrapped in the balnket.

    "Hey, Marty," says Merv.

    "Hi, Merv," you say.

    Your eyes lock with his.

    "Wanna get a little closer?" asks Merv.  "I don't bite."

    "Liar," you jest.

    Merv smiles.

    You approach him, and he playfully growls at you.

    Soon the two of you are snuggled up together on Sarah's bed.

    Merv's so cool.

    It takes a man's man not to be afraid of a little snuggling.

    You guys are just getting nice and comfortable when Sarah walks in.

    "Oh, my Jesus H. Christ."

    Sarah says nothing more for a moment as she stares in disbelief at the sight before her.

    "Hey, baby..." offers Merv.

    Enraged, Sarah picks up some of her school books and throws them toward the bed indiscriminantly.

    You duck to avoid her geometry text.  Merv, however, is beaned in the forehead by Moby Dick.

    Sarah continues her onslaught, picking up whatever loose objects she can find around her, and sending them at high velocities toward you and Merv.

    You pick up Merv's unconscious body and push him out the window onto the safety of the roof of the front porch.

    He starts to roll.

    Dodging Sarah's projectiles, you bolt past her.

     You jump down the front stairs, and head out the front door.  You see Merv's limp body as it falls off the edge of the porch roof.

    You leap forward and catch him in mid-air.

    The two of you tumble onto the front lawn.

    Sarah leans out of her window and chucks The Bealtes "White Album" double-CD case at you, pegging you in the back of the head.

    You black out.
 
    ...

    Around midnight you wake up and can't remember how the heck you and Merv ended up snuggled up on the front lawn.

    Oh, well.

    Might as well enjoy it.