"Isn't she beautiful?" Zac asked rhetorically.
"It's a motorcycle."
Zac looked indignant.
"Now, now, now." He scolded. "If you talk about Shelly in that tone of voice, you'll hurt her feelings."
"Shelly?"
"Yes Shelly. That's her name."
Psy nodded slowly.
"So, umm, Zac. How many joints have you smoked this morning?"
Zac gave her a condescending look.
"I don't do any sort of drugs and you know it."
"Zac, you acting like that big hunk of plastic is a living thing."
"Hunk of plastic! Shelly is not a barbie doll."
"I hardly think barbie dolls can be described as a big hunk of anything."
"Ok, point taken. But, but, but, Shelly is… don't pick on her. Motorcycles have feelings too you know."
"Uh huh. Yeah, sure. Uhh, Zac, I'm not sure how to tell you this but… I'm having some problems with dating a guy who thinks his motorcycles have feelings. It's wrong somehow."
Zac stared at her.
"Are you breaking up with me? Over Shelly?"
"She's a blinking motorcycle! Not another woman! Ohh! I, yes, ok, I am. I've heard about boys and their toys, but this is just ludicrous."
"C'mon Psy. I'm just having a little fun." Zac said, going serious.
"Yeah, but, you seem to take it way too far. To be honest, I don't understand how your past girlfriends could have stood it."
Zac turned his back to her, trying not to let his tears show.
"I'll have you know that one of them didn't have a problem with it at all."
"Yeah, well, maybe you should make things up with her. Because I have a sneaking suspicion that she could be the only one in the world that will not have a problem with this… obsession of yours."
There was silence for a moment.
"Fine." Zac said shortly. "If that's the way you feel about it."
"Zac, I'm sorry -"
"Just go away."
Psy was silent for a moment. Then she let out a sigh and left the garage.
"Well Taylor." Zac said to himself. "I bet you'll be happy."