“Oh, darling, let me get you my card, because that scarf is just de-viiine.” Tommy abandoned his accent for once, and took up one of your average upper-class american gay man. Just a lot more dramatized. “Well slap my ass, and call me Doris, that Tommy DeVito is such a problem! He cares about his band and actually has a question or two? Let’s just ignore him and sing showtunes while he does all of the work, right? Absolutely fabulous.”
“Bobby! Stop eating all my cookies. Bobby! Stop drinking all the eggnog when I’m trying to get drunk enough to not remember my regrets. Bobby! Stop freezing my shower water when I’m singing just to make me hit weird high notes.”
HI. MY NAME IS FABIAN. I'M EASY TO SPOT BECAUSE I HAVE A GIANT ARROW POINTING TO MY GROIN AND I'M NEVER GOING TO BE SURROUNDED BY WOMEN LIKE I WANT TO BE BECAUSE I'M A CREEPY SEXIST AND THE ONLY WAY PEOPLE WILL LIKE ME IS IF I BRAINWASH THEM INTO JOINING ONE OF MY MANY CULTS. HAVE YOU HEARD THE WORD OF MAGNETO?
He dug around in his closet for every single black article of clothing he could find, then put on absolutely all of his belts. He then produced a journal and a pen, in which he pretended to write while reading aloud.
“Dear diary; today was another shitty day. The sky is grey, just like my soul. I looked forward to dinner but couldn’t decide which alternative orifice to eat it through. I also saw Bobby today; god his ass is great, but I could never tell him that for it would force me to admit to feeling anything besides bitterness and anger. Will continue entry later after fulfilling my daily quota of backhanded compliments.”
Hi, I'm Smokescreen. I'm a good-looking mech with lots of friends who like to mess with me sometimes, but it's all good because I'm a chill guy. I'm nice, if a bit arrogant sometimes, and when people talk to me, I usually enjoy taking the time to hold a conversation. I make a good friend and no one should be scared to talk to me because I'm awesome.