Greg pulls you away

All of a sudden, Greg pulled me away from the girl as she kept with her longing kiss. "What in the world are you doing, man?" He asked, as he looked down at the frail female below. "Oh, I see... you sly devil." He poked me in the ribes with his elbow, as I gasped for air. "God, what kind of crazy girl are you?" I asked her.

She looked at me, then to Greg, then back to me, and started to speak. The odd thing is, I couldn't understand a thing she was saying: it only sounded like soft buzzing in my ears. "...I didn't quite understand that," I finally said as she stopped. The girl frowned, and stood up, then held up her index and middle fingers. She touched them to my head.

Just then I felt an incredible feeling, as if someone was tapping into the very core of my mind, and copying all the information in it. It stopped, and the girl lowered her hand. "I am terribly sorry," She then replied in a slightly British accent. "I guess I should have done that when you first revived me..."