“Bethy-poo.” A giant smile on a giant man. Holding his little girl out in front of him Laurent stuck his tongue out at her. “It's so nice to get out today is it not? No one to really worry about, just you and me and a nice little date.” The delicately crafted marionette's blank eyes gazed at him while bystanders questioned what was wrong with this fellow and his doll. The oaf hugged her tightly, expressing his 'love' for her.

Sniffing the air, the dark-haired man smelled a very greasy, very meaty aroma. As if it could make waves, his stomach growled. Most of the time he would not think of eating whatever this food was. Greasy food made his digestive system go to the pooper. And just gassy. Phew, and it stunk. But a rare occasional greasy food run was always in the schedule.

Eyes scanning the area, he noticed a taco. “Bethie, you want to live mas with me today?” He brought the doll up to his ear until he heard a screech coming from the taco! Alarmed, the lanky male become stiff. He needed to get across the street to save this person in danger and eat some tacos. Not thinking, he propelled Beth across the street like a baseball player, it standing up straight due to the strings of it being above the car hoods and well, it being a side street helped. “Come on Bethy-poo!” The marionette stared at him (although he controlled it to) while he crossed the street. A beep, a couple screeching breaks, and Laurent made a dashing entrance.... on the other side of the curb.

Beth in his arms again, the junior thrust the doors open and stood in the door way. His body posture steady, Laurent's confidence radiated. “I will save from this....!” And there was only a ball of a human holding her head. Tilting his head, did he come in here for nothing? False alarm. A silent sob erupted as Beth stared dead into the system. And this is why he could never have nice things. Bowing his head, Laurent crossed his arms, mumbling, “Yo quiero Taco Bell....peut-être. ”