Annotation by Robert:

Martin is rapidly spiralling out of control in his absurd quest to marry the woman he loves, and Lore, the woman in question, continues to the same. Fools! Meanwhile, I sit doing basically nothing, safe in the fact that I’m not likely to marry anybody, at least in the long term. And why should I? I have… uhm… yoghurt, and yoghurt is obviously better than any romantic attachment, on account of its delicious low-fat taste and being full of strawberry bits.