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"Perry the Platypus," Heinz began, getting down on one knee, "will you marry me?"
Perry blinked. Of all the things he'd suspected when preparing to thwart his nemesis's scheme, this was the last thing he could have imagined. Was this even a scheme?
On the one paw, his nemesis seemed genuine. On the other, Heinz always did, so how could Perry be sure?
There was only one way to find out.
Holding his breath, Perry reached for the ringbox, some part of him hoping his nemesis meant it this time-
It was a trap. Why would he ever think otherwise?