Mark loved his wife Mikey very much. After having 3 kids however the romance seemed to die down. Mark had become consumed in his work and could feel the distance between them. While they had their fights every so often Mark always stayed loyal and Mikey appreciated it every step of the way. One thing that divided them however, was their lack of intimacy. Mikey never seemed to be in the mood for Mark and only had sex with him when she felt obligated. He was beginning to doubt she found him attractive at all. He put down his briefcase and stood next to her helping her make sandwiches.
"Hey honey, I was thinking about us having a little outing soon. Maybe without the kids?" Mark suggested. "We can go to that ice cream shop you love!"
"Oh boy, that sounds awesome!" Mikey said with a childish glee. "But you know how hard it is to find a babysitter for Linda."
"I'm sure Jon or Zoe can watch him for a few hours. He's getting bigger and old enough." Mark replied. "Heck maybe we could even go out for a weekend to the countryside for some, uh, you know..." He placed a hand on her hip.
"Yuck!" Mikey responded. "I mean, I just haven't been feeling up for those kind of things lately."
Mark turned bitter as his advancement was rejected. "You're right, there isn't time for it anyways. Not with my deadlines."
Someone had opened the front door. Into the kitchen came Zoe, their teenage goth daughter. She looked as sullen as ever as she saw the two preparing dinner.
"Ugh, sandwiches again?!" She lamented. "Jeeze mom would it kill you to read a cookbook?"
Mikey looked down in shame, but Mark started to get furious.
"Watch that tone missy!" He told her. "Some people don't have the luxury of..."
Just as Mikey and Linda had frozen before Mark now stopped in place. His face was still contorted with anger, but couldn't utter out another word.
"Oh please, that whole story gets kinda old after..." Zoe now was stuck as well.
The arguing pair had their heads pop right off their body. Their necks were now just stumps with smooth skin where their heads connected. Mark and Zoe's disembodied heads floated across the room and passed each other. They placed themselves on each necks and became sealed in place. Mark now was the angsty teenage daughter of the hard working, neglected father Zoe and Childish housewife Mikey.
Mark had to readjust, she had felt like she passed out. "Whoa...anyways, I'll be in my room doing my homework. I don't have time to argue!"
She marched out of the kitchen and locked herself away in her room. Usually she would blast heavy metal, but now loud jazz could be heard from upstairs.
"Dammit these kids are driving me insane!" Zoe complained. "I need to go to the mall soon and get out of this place."
