[ Molly is a furnace and always will be, but it is the thought that counts. She runs her fingers through his hair, loosening a few grey strands to braid. ]

Well, I do not think you'd be able to get that fat, because I'm a horny bitch and you would get all your exercise. [ She laughs. ] But if you somehow became a cube like that, and wasn't acidic, I guess you'd give even better hugs.

If you were acid, though? Sorry, love. Nope.