*throws costume across room* ____________________*insert long long string of curse words* Why cant you just take this? Why must you mock me? What did I do to you? IVe bled for you! Ive given you my time and energy! Yet you consistently mock me! I hate you! (said in regards to my Gungrave Coat that kept coming apart at the seams.)
*drops leather tools and stares at hand as cut begins bleeding* Well damn look at that...*turns to room mate* do we have bandaids? bandages? glue? tape something? I need to get back on this....
Rejoice! For very bad things are about to happen