We’re in a bar. It’s nighttime. It’s dark. It’s dark outside, and it’s also dark inside. We’re sitting in darkness.

So you must need to have things totally black, huh? Like, a-mile-under-the-sea-where-undiscovered-creatures-live dark? The hours before the sun goes down must be terrifying for you.

Take off your fucking sunglasses or I’m going to shoot you with a gun.


A Guest Dealbreaker written by Zabeth.