“Do you remember Izzy? She was here about a thousand years ago,” said Soda jerk, who was sprawled across his deck chair.
“Seems like only yesterday,” smiled Tank top. “She was fabulous. Tenacious and wild.”
Soda jerk laughed. “She was, wasn’t she. If not for her, we wouldn’t be together. She told us to break the rules.”
“We owe her a lot,” agreed Tank top, reaching for his hand.
“Why didn’t you tell her that they would manifest somewhere else?”
“I thought she’d like to be surprised.”
“Do you think all three of them will stay together?”
“I do,” smiled Tank top.
“I haven’t liked anyone as much as I liked her. She was fun. Life on earth hadn’t broken her and made her passive, like so many of the others.”
“No. It certainly had not. That’s why Bret and Rory loved her.”
Soda jerk nodded. “Giving Bret and Rory chocolate sundaes, to stop them from fighting, was brilliant.”
“It was, wasn’t it? She knew them backward and forward and they didn’t know her at all.”
“She compared them to dogs who would follow the ball, remember?”
“I do,” snickered Tank top.
“Later, when she said women were like cats and couldn’t care less about the ball, a lot of things fell into place,” said Soda jerk.
“Like what?” asked Tank top.
“Why the males and females of their species had so much trouble understanding each other and getting along. They were so different from each other. Truthfully, I don’t know how they managed to exist as long as they did.”
“It is curious, isn’t it,” agreed Tank top. “How could a species evolve to make the males want to kill the females and still make them want to be with them, at the same time? It doesn’t make any sense. It’s chaos in human form.”
“A lot of animals are like that,” said Soda Jerk. “The females have to protect their cubs from their fathers, who want to eat them, or just kill them. Lessens the competition and males are just…”
“They should have dialed down the testosterone,” said Tank top.
“That might have made a difference..”
“Well, it’s too late now.”
“It is, and our lives are a lot easier with them gone,” smiled Soda jerk.
“I miss her.”
“So do I.”
“Do you think we’ll ever see her again?” asked Soda jerk, hopefully.
“I have a question.”
“What is it Love?” asked Tank top.
“Who exactly are we?”
“Oh, that,” said Tank top, thoughtfully. “I have absolutely no idea. None at all.”
There was a sudden flurry of activity and then, “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING,” said Izzy, who was covered in blood, a sword in her hand. “Not you two again.”
Tank top and Soda jerk got up, threw their arms around her, and hugged her tightly.
The earth healed and turned into the most beautiful garden that ever existed anywhere. Once the humans were gone, all life blossomed, well, for the most part, anyway.