AN:…button-ups are praised and the author is chastised. Seriously, they will not let me. Jack and Jill, on the other hand, are like, 'yeah, there's a chair, might wanna move it, blood spatters'. O.O
Christineoftheopera-Most people are annoying when scared out of their mind. He forgets that most people don't enjoy it.
The Puppeteer Patient 120402-You're better off jabbering at me. The survivors always seem so...broken.
If he were poetically minded, he might consider writing an ode to the button-up shirt. It can be undone with one hand and removed without disrupting anything.
And it doesn't give him trouble, unlike the-
"What the hell?"
Don't mind me, carry on.
"What are you doing? Wait, never mind…just get out. Get out, and take them with you."
This is fanfiction, the world's biggest erotica subgenre!
"Not with me involved, it isn't! You'll only encourage them."
It doesn't matter what I do, they're encouraged enough already.
"Leave."
Under-eighteens, get out.
There, happy?
"No! All of you out, we are not your personal entertainment! God, kids today, I ask you…no sense of privacy…"
"Quite right. You've got til the count of three."
Uh, Kitty? What's with the shotgun-SHIT SHIT EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES!
Who the hell keeps a shotgun by the bed, anyway?
BANG!
You guys are on your own!
"That wasn't so bad. Now, where were we?"
THE END