"There she is...", Jet fuel thought, palms sweaty, knees weak, and arms heavy. He straightened his fedora, nervously wiping the dewrito dust off of his hands onto his three wolf moon shirt.
"Uhh... Hi, steel beams... I need to ask you something...", Jet fuel stammered, tripping over his own words.
"What, you -blam!-ing neckbeard?" Steel Beams spat,"Make this quick."
"I... I just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to go to the Ground Zero prom with me?" Jet Fuel was sweating harder than an obese man after walking from his bed to the fridge. "It's just that you're really pretty, and I feel like we have a lot in common."
"Ew! That's -blam!-ing gross! Why would I date a goddamn walking fedora?"
Jet Fuel had started to realize that maybe she was just too cold and steely for him.
"But why?", he shouted, overcome with despair. "My love for you burns at 980 degrees!"
"Sorry, but you're not hot enough for me."
Steel Beams walked away, utter disdain and contempt flashing across her smooth, metallic face.
As she walked away, Jet's best friend, Thermite, came to comfort him. "I'm sorry man, There's other girls out there. I guess Jet Fuel just can't melt Steel Beams."
~fin
Edit: TOWER DAY THREAD REVIVE!! Woot!!1!
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My brain has been melted into emotions.