Sophie, Fitz, and Marianne

Before his marriage to Marianne the toilet, Fitz was completely infatuated with Sophie Foster. He was even willing to not throw temper tantrums when Sophie was around (I know, shocking). So how did these emotions suddenly disappear? How did Fitz's deep love for Sophie result in almost nothing? Well, to be perfects honest, the answer is pretty simple. Like this page is pretty pointless. There's almost nothing to it. When Fitz first saw the pure ugliness of his true love, the toilet, he forgot completely about his love for Sophie. Indeed, Fitz and Marianne were completely and irrevocably in love at first sight.

The Day When Fitz Met Marianne
Fitz was walking along the road. I'm really not sure which road, so don't ask. Anyways, Fitz was in a deep depression. Sophie had decided that she no longer loved him, that she loved Keefe much more.

"Oh the PAINNN!!!!!" Fitz screamed as his tears spilled out onto the street. "SOPHIEEE DOESN'T LOVE MEEE!!!!"

Fitz crouched down onto the street to scream loudly and blow his nose. People had started staring at the smelly boy who was screaming, most specifically a toilet seller.

"Are you okay?" the toilet seller asked, baking away a little as snot spilled out of Fitz's nose.

"NOOOOO!!!" Fitz screamed. "SHE LEFT ME BECAUSE KEEFE WASN'T SMELLYYYY!!! HOW DARE SHEEE!!!"

The toilet seller wisely backed farther away from the screaming boy.

Fitz sniffed. And then he noticed something. There was a peculiar scent coming from just around the corner at the junkyard. Fitz sniffed again. It was the most delicious scent he had ever smelled! Like a mix of pee, poo, and other various things that I will spare you from hearing about.

Fitz followed the scent into the junkyard. And there was the most amazing sight! The most beautiful toilet in the entire world was looking glumly at the ground of the junkyard. She was so beautiful that Fitz knew right away that he would marry her. It seemed that angels had come down from the heavens to sing as he walked toward the love of his life.

"Hello." Fitz said, looking directly at his love.

She gasped, awed by Fitz just as much as he was by her. His face had exactly 370 warts and 2 pimples, a beautiful combination. "MY LOVE!" She said. "MY LOVE HAS COME AT LAST!!!"

Fitz ran to her, tears coming from the sheer happiness he felt as he looked at her. "LOVELY TOILET, WHAT IS YOUR NAME???" He asked.

"Marianne, my dearest! What about yours?" she asked.

"FITZ!!!"

"Finally!" Marianne cried! "I have found true love!"

"Why are you in this junkyard, dearest Marianne?" Fitz asked, confused. Something so beautiful should not be in a junkyard.

"THE TOILET SELLER!!!!" Marianne said, her toilet seat contorted with rage. "SHE THREW ME OUT BECAUSE MY TOILET SEAT IS CRACKED!!!"

"HOW DARE SHE!!!" Fitz said. "YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TOILET TO EVER LIVE!!"

And so began Marianne Fitz's relationship.