The Gruff-Voiced Individual
I like a good montage- I’m like, Hey! A little privacy here!
- buckle the fuck up
- the bird in the paper bag
- his undershirts snap at the crotch
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The gruff-voiced individual appeared from behind the door of the minifridge and stood to his full height. He was wearing a fluorescent green wig and sharing a palm-tree-shaped bikini with another similarly bewigged man.
“Bandits,” Tessa whispered.
This underground adventure had been going on so long, it was getting tedious. I like a good montage from time to time, so I’ll employ one now.
Tessa gives me a taste of my own medicine by doffing her clothes and pouncing on Uncles Gramophone and Daguerreotype. I use the bathroom (I forgot to do that when I was in the actual outhouse) and get walked in on by a different set of Uncles, and I’m like, Hey! A little Privacy here! and they’re like, This is our bathroom, bub! Buckle the fuck up and get the fuck out! and I hurry out and find Tessa in the position we call The Bird in the Paper Bag, and Tessa tells the uncles not to be jealous because “his undershirts snap at the crotch” and I get so embarrassed I run down the tunnel without her, all the way to Twerkistan, while she just laughs and kisses all the uncles.
End of montage.
bonus points for using them in order