"'I don't have an attitude problem; you have a perception problem.'"
Joey blinked and edged away from his lover – who was glaring with thinly-veiled hatred at the shirt in his hands. The shirt that could now be known as Ground Zero for whatever mayhem its phrasing caused. "Ah, and I perceive dat Malik is gonna get his ass kicked fer giving ya dat shirt, right?"
One eyebrow twitched. "No. I'm going to relieve him of the Millennium Rod – it's supposed to be mine by right, anyway – and then I'm going to return it. Along with this shirt he gave me."
Joey scratched his head. "Hey, why ya wanna take it just ta give it back, Seto?"
A murderous grin crossed the CEO's face. "Because I'm going to return it by way of shoving it up his ass, Puppy."
Said canine gulped. "Er, but wouldn't dat make kinda a mess, Seto? And, ano, it might kill Malik."
Dropping the T-shirt back into the box it had arrived in, Seto stared at it with disdain as he asked, "And why should I care? One less psycho in the world."
"Well, normally I'd agree wit' ya, but Marik loves him, and is twice as crazy as Malik. He'd have your guts fer jewelry."
Snorting, Seto dropped down into a chair. "I think the phrase you're looking for is 'guts for garters."
Completely serious, Joey shook his head. "Nah, I mean jewelry. Haven't ya evah seen all dem golden bangles dose two wear? And besides, Duke's da one who likes ta cross-dress."
Seto blinked. Devlin…in a dress? A maniacal grin stretched across his face. "That gives me an idea for the next victim of this little T-shirt chain-letter…"
Joey swallowed hard. He really should have learned by now to keep his big mouth shut…