Move To My Pond

"Move to my pond." the swan yelled to the big swan. "Hell no." the big swan replied. "Gary, why are you so stubborn?" the small swan asked the big swan. "I have a job over here, Marilyn." Gary replied. "So what? You could get a job here too." Marilyn said. "But I have a really good job here. I don't want to leave it. Besides, all my friends are here." Gary argued. "Yeah and all my friends are here." Marilyn said, swimming around in her pond angrily. She continued: "I'm sick and tired of sending pigeons back and forth all the time, Gary. We're losing the romance." "On the contrary, honey," Gary said: "Distance only makes the heart grow fonder." "That's bullshit, Gary. I need my sugar." Marilyn said. "Are you baking a cake?" Gary joked and laughed. "You know what I mean." Marilyn said. "Honey, I'm visiting in a bit." Gary said. "You know what, don't bother." Marilyn said and flew away.