“Let’s have a private meal this year, just you and I. We can be thankful in ways not suitable for public eyes.”
“Sure. Okay. Anyone you’re looking for?”
This wasn’t as weird as some of her other requests. He still shudders at the taxidermy convention.
Sticking her hand over his mouth, he better hope its clean.
"We don't talk about the collective!"
"I'M THE ONE WITH THE ANSWERS!"
"Wanna go visit the morgue?"
“IM THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!”
“Sure. Okay. Anyone you’re looking for?”
This wasn’t as weird as some of her other requests. He still shudders at the taxidermy convention.
“IM THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!”
"DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE?!"
“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?”
“DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW YOU’RE HERE?!”
“IM THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!”
“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?”
“DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW YOU’RE HERE?!”
“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?”
“DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW YOU’RE HERE?!”
There had to be some rules.
“Set it aside, darling. You know o don’t like those sorts of thoughts in the bedroom.”