[Afraid he might just snap and kiss the life out of him. That was an option, but probably not a great one, he supposed. And yet, it was certainly a thought he couldn't get out of his mind.]
...we do this thing, in the U.S., where every Thanksgiving the President pardons a pair of turkeys. Turns out they usually house the turkeys in a penthouse suite at an expensive hotel, and I thought that sounded like a waste of taxpayer money so I told Mom that was ridiculous and a waste and anyway, I wound up with two demon turkeys in cages in my bedroom. The noises they made... [He shuddered.] ANYWAY. I called you for moral support which, like, clearly a mistake since you thought it was hilarious.
[And then his brain short-circuited at the thought of Henry in a seashell bra.] ...See? That's way more fashion forward than your usual boring gray ties.
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...we do this thing, in the U.S., where every Thanksgiving the President pardons a pair of turkeys. Turns out they usually house the turkeys in a penthouse suite at an expensive hotel, and I thought that sounded like a waste of taxpayer money so I told Mom that was ridiculous and a waste and anyway, I wound up with two demon turkeys in cages in my bedroom. The noises they made... [He shuddered.] ANYWAY. I called you for moral support which, like, clearly a mistake since you thought it was hilarious.
[And then his brain short-circuited at the thought of Henry in a seashell bra.] ...See? That's way more fashion forward than your usual boring gray ties.