[ WP ] You keep getting randomly pulled out of your daily life back to the year 1200 by the same group of sorcerers . It was amazing at first . It 's starting to give you the shits .

Something squeezed his stomach and he let out a grunt of pain. 
 
 *Oh please no, not now, tomorrow maybe but please not now* 
 
 `` *Oh Harold! Yes! YES! A million times yes! *'' Lizzie was crying, the restaurant erupted into an applause, a waiter dropped over a bottle of the finest ( well that Harold could afford ) champagne. 
 
 Harold stomach let up a cry of emotion itself, it was time. Or at least the time was coming close. 
 
 `` *H-Harold? What are you doing? *'' Her tears really brought out the blue of her eyes, but he could feel her confusion washing over him. Joy and confusion, what a mix! 
 
 He was grunting now, and the restaurant had gone silent. He could feel a lump, actually *several* lumps building at the base of his trousers. He felt like his behind was going to do a runner and leave him with the bill....and the cleanup. 
 
 `` *Harold H. Hendrickson, what on eart-, oh my God....OH MY GOD*'' Tears again this time, not of joy, more so confusion and anger. Curry and Guinness, he'd gone and done it now. His behind was getting warm, ready to blast off
