So, I'm going to tell you all a story about something that happened to me a few years back. I was walking back to my apartment from the parking lot, when I saw this beautiful 9/10 chick hanging out. I said hi, she said hey, and, blah blah blah, we started dating. I'm gonna skip the boring parts for the sake of time. A few months later, she moved in with me. Something I should clarify: she wasn't a huge nerd like myself. One day, walking back into my apartment, saw another chick. Pretty girl, nothing special. 7/10. I figured she was moving in, since she had a large cardboard box in her arms. She dropped it on the way up the stairs. I helped her pick it up, as a gentleman should, and noticed she had a bunch of cool shit (Xbox games, cool movies, that sorta thing). We started talking, and she invited me to hang out later. I figured I didn't wanna make things awkward with my gf, so I orchestrated a meeting between the two. My gf was supposed to visit our new neighbor, and hey, maybe they'd become friends. Cept', that didn't happen. The two went missing that day while I was at work. I panicked and called 911 when I got back and couldn't find either of them. The police showed up, and launched a full investigation that lasted a couple of weeks. They asked me about the girls, I described them. "One of 'em's gorgeous, a 9/10. The other one's good looking too, but more like a 7/10", was something I said, among more specific descriptions. Two weeks later, I got a call. They invited me down to the police station for a chat. They apparently had found the bodies. The conversation was so sickening to me, I still remember it to this day. "The remains of your two friends were discovered this morning," the officer said. I grimaced as he proceeded to tell me that the 9/10's remains were found inside the stomach of the 7/10. I asked him how this could've possibly happened, and, I'll never forget his reply. "I guess we don't know why 7 ate 9."
They had a bad time.