Romano: No f&*#! I am not kissing you.
Alright, maybe just —
(Daww, Romano…I leave you two at your “date” and this happens.
When I went back to controlling him, Death and Sweden walk by. Erhmergerd.)
Romano: *grumpily walks off to go to work, his face reads: YOLO*
( I check back to Spain and AHAHAHA!! His face killed me right there. Right there.
He must be like: “I am so proud of Romano today…” )