*"No, honey. I love you so much right where you are. You have no idea how much I longed for some warm touch! I could close my eyes forever in your kind and gentle embrace any moment."* the boy expressed his gratitude and love towards her as he whispered back into her ear.
"Ah! Don't you dare joke on death, you hear me! You're mine, and mine alone forever and ever after that! Death will have to face me first everytime he comes for you! And I promise you I will make it obsolutely hard to breathe for whoever dares to stand against you!"*
Leela emphasized how she felt about him as she placed her palm onto his lips. Her words carried a heavy indescribable fondness directed to the boy. Her almond shaped eyes brimmed with joy and passion.
"Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on here?!" Zoe had an outburst, and everyone except the cliche couple were taken a little aback by her sudden waking.
But she found obviously no traces of explanation coming from her team members. All she saw were two pale, and hopeless faces, and one angry face but none of them had any sense of clarity about what was going on in their eyesight.
*"Aren't you going to eat them all, dear?!"* she asked. "Let's get out of here as soon as you blow them off! I loathe closed and dark spaces, my honey!"
*"I still have to know what time I'm in right now! I don't recognize any of this shit around us, and I don't think the earth that I last walked over looked anything like this!"*
"First we should drain them of every bit of their information before I drain them of every drop of their blood from those puny, weak and miserable bodies of theirs!" the boy muttered but everyone in their vicinity could hear each word that had left his mouth. And this time around they could clearly understand what he said word to word.
"Oh, crap! I voiced my latest dialogues in the language you could understand, didn't I?! The one which I'm speaking in right now?!" the very much abrupt shock, and fear that made its way onto the faces of those four had given away his slip up instantly to him.
"Celebrate and rejoice, my no-ones! Cause it's time for some pleasantries! Hahaha!" he said in a high pitched voice. His lips stretched more far than ever as he shot out a menacing laughter from them. While the team developed an ugly, twisted expression that shadowed each of their faces, typically expressing their disgust, pain, and wry amusement.
"Here, son! Put my jacket on!" Sir Nick began to unbutton his flannel jacket as he dawdled forward so as to approach the boy, talking at him. "Your body looks derogatory both to males and females alike in this room! Please don't be offended by me pointing that fact out into the public!"
A blood rush occurred in every artery and vein of Leela, and the sound of her gritting her teeth vibrated in the air near to the boy. Her eyes were on guard like they were wide awake to protect and defend something or someone. And the sweet and innocent smile on her face morphed into a fierce and angry glare and she was scowling at the nearing Sir Nick.
"Don't you take one more step, you ancient geezer! And I ain't your son, weirdo!" The boy said, pointing at Nick. He didn't realize that she was being threatened by the old man's act involving him closing in on to him and her. At least not before she pushed herself off the surface from his clasp, and into the air by using the muscles in her slick legs and feet.
It was what she did after that which surprised the mob even more where she leapt onto Nick's head before locking his neck with her thighs and calves. She then twisted around on his shoulders, flipping him forward on his head and back like a black widow. And it left the spectators appalled and staggered in a deep shock as their jaws dropped into their hands.
She continued to choke him more and more and he wasn't staying idle either. His forceful and violent scuffle to get free of that restraint had no boundaries. He was punching his fist into her legs, and his knees were hitting against the ground for gaining momentum and inertia to uplift his body from within her grasp.
"She's killing him! Do something!" Zoe said to the boy. She wanted to help Sir Nick but Ryan stopped her from proceeding any further. The boy himself was in a slight stun from her sudden startling feat. But the main reason for his baffle was that he too didn't know why she was acting like she was possessed by one Nurse Ratched.
"Ratched?!" he spelled in a clear but suspecting tone. It was his attempt to make sure that she wasn't possessed by some evil spirit. Especially the woman who he knew and loved with all his heart a long time ago.
"Who's Ratched?!" Zoe asked.
"She's my long lost love!" the boy replied.
"Dude, you tapped Nurse Ratched's ass?! You must be one hell of a playboy and a pervert to click that junk!" Ryan said, grinning his lips from ear to ear. His eyebrows almost touched his scribbling hairline border on his forehead.
"Nurse?! She's a masseuse! And I did not meet her in a cathouse!" the boy said, his eyes trying to convince what his lips said and those two were in a perfect sink.
"Oh!" Zoe gasped. She and Ryan thought the boy was referring to the famous fictional character Nurse Ratched, the main antagonist of 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest', first featured in Ken Kesey's 1962 novel as well as the 1975 film adaptation who is one cold, heartless tyrant and she soon became the stereotype of the nurse as a battleaxe.