This song suits the occasion.
 

Mr. Bf: Hey, when we get married hor we…
Me: I know! We should have separate rooms for ourselves.
Mr. Bf: Ok lar. You take the master bedroom and i take the smaller room.
Me: Cannot. I take 2 rooms. One for sleeping another for work and library. You take the smallest room *wakaka!
Mr. Bf: Huh?! It’s too small lar!

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and the silly discussion went on and on.

Mr. Bf: Ok lar! I give you the whole house happy not? I buy the other unit above this floor!
Me: Ok. Then you must move out immediately. Sleep in office until you got money buy new one. Tell you boss you just got married *muahahahaha!
Mr. Bf: I know what my boss will tell me when he sees me crashing in a sleeping bag in the office. He’ll shake his head and say “Yet another one bites the dust”.
Me: -_-”