Another conflict for YOU to fix Karl! Muhahahaha!

"Aha!" said Timothy. "My idea is both cunning and shrewd!"
"Yes?" cried Yolanda, still emotionally distraught over being robbed of the chance to play her beloved "MOOOOO!" that she had so many fond memories about.
"I propose" Timothy warbled, "that we go back to my place and have a 24-hour Home Improvement viewing session! It will be great! I'll break out the pretzels and creaming soda, we'll have a great time!"
// Author's note: Pretzels and creaming soda are all Timothy has in his pantry. //
Even in Yolanda's emotional haze, she was able to discern that Timothy was actually serious.
"Well, sure Timothy. I like pretzels. But how about you stay here with me tonight and we give each other foot massages and see what kind of fun we can get up to?"
Hint: Yolanda was starting to become attracted to Timothy.
"Oooh! Girl germs! And I haven't seen my feet in three years! That's a terrible idea! Home Improvement is the answer!"
Hint: Timothy wasn't so attracted to Yolanda. And he liked to sleep and shower with his socks on. The same pair. They used to be white.
Yolanda howled. "Hoooooooooowl!" Well, what did you expect her to say? "Timothy, there's far more to life than buying only two types of food and watching the same TV series for the tenth time!"
"It was the eleventh time!" yelled Timothy.
"Well, whatever! But come on, don't you wish there was more meaning to your existence, more essence in your soul than just living out the days processing financial information for use in decision making, and spending the nights vegetating on the couch!"
"Well, maybe I like vegetating!" cried Timothy, and he stormed out of the flat.

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