Well, it’s so funny you asked.
It goes a little something like this:
- Immediately begin to contemplate whether or not the shirt, my shirt, comes off.
- Proceed to my room.
- …get spoonar in said room.
- [ SHIRTS OFF ]…Pants?
- Go to my music station.
- Hits Hits HITS
- [ Pants have been off ]
- Lots of dancing…in Scoops’ room.
- This continues for about an hour or so. (Depends on how long they are gone)
- THEY’RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK…
This only happens every time it’s only me.
Dass All…
