Well you just know that nothing kills the moment worse than an unending fit of giggles. My prom night magic was blown, literally blown away when my date farted while we were making out. All tender, quiet, just the subtle wisp of fingertips on flesh in between raw whispers of passion and desire...*Fff-BRRRRRRRRRPRPRPRPT!*
It didn't help that I accidentally spat all over her face when I exploded into laughter. It also didn't help that she reflexively kneed me in between the legs.
Ten minutes later as I was curled up on a couch, and she lay wrapped up in a bed, I said to her.
"So...prom night ruined?" "Gah, what do you...yes." "WORTH IT." "Why?" "Because you tootied!" "Shut up." "Tootie Tootie McTootsy butt!" "I swear I'm gonna-" "Hey, hey, who am I, who am I? Pbbt! Pbbbbpbpbt! Fbb-bbptpt!!!" "You bastard, I'll-" "I'm YOUR BUTT."
Yeah, this Supergirl movie? It's a lot like me. Almost impossible to get in the mood to.