Isaac
"Look, Isaac, we need to talk," Isis said.
"About what, sweetie?"
"I can't go out with you any more."
"Yes!" Isaac thought, then aloud he said: "What? Why not?"
"Look, this just isn't working. And you have some really disgusting habits."
"What disgusting habits?" Isaac asked innocently, picking his nose.
"Picking your nose for a start. And wiping it on me! And you keep spitting all the time. And -"
"What's so bad about that?"
Isis gave him an incredulous look.
"I don't know what I ever saw in you. We're over!"
And Isis turned, and stormed out. Isaac smirked. At last the nightmare was over! Thank you Zac!
Meanwhile Isis returned home, ripped down and fished out everything even mildly related to Isaac Hanson and burned it. Then, burden free, she went down the street and bought herself a magazine.
"Mmmm... Jonny Lang..." she drooled.