Nov 28, 2011 22:12
So I smashed one of the little winged bastards with a book. Didn't kill it, but I knocked it out of the air.
[Amanda is standing in her room, one arm crossed tightly over her chest while her free hand holds her communicator out before her. Unfortunately, this attempt to hide the effects of this flood doesn't obscure the fact that her (as per usual) form-fitting shirt is clearly strained and that her breasts are quite a bit bigger than they normally are. "Quite a bit" meaning "slightly above even Jill Tuck level." She's visibly both aggravated and embarrassed.]
...I need a bigger fuckin' shirt. Someone better be willing to lend.
[There's some teensy laughter in the background. IT'S THE GODDAMN FAIRY, finding glee in her predicament.]
And for the record, I regret ever envying Jill's "assets." This fucking sucks!