Disclaimer: What more do you want from me!? Bah humbug I'm living in a shoebox, A SHOEBOX!

"Hey there hot stuff, your looking mighty fine as usual." I gaze lovingly into my reflection. My reflection is replaced with a image of Steve, I mean Severus in a brightly colored, floral moo-moo. My geebus he is beautiful. Drool is running down my chin and slowly flooding my private chambers, I will die in a matter of moments, but I do not care.

Somehow I escaped... No, I'm not going to explain it to you, I've already had enough trouble trying to explain to the faculty why I was drowning in my own saliva, and I AM SPENT.