25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday morning
"No! Give me that back!"
Simon couldn't quite believe that he was arguing with a group of tiny blue men who for some reason was stealing his vests. All of them. The only response he got was something unintelligible, where he thought he picked up the word 'dress'. Well, his vests might be like dresses for small creatures like these, but only provided they were extremely fat.
"I said give me that back!"
The vest they all clung to was ripped apart. The tiny blue men stared at him, then let loose a series of curses, before disappearing out of the window with the remaining vests. Simon was left standing with the torn apart one still in his hand, too confused and frustrated to know what to do.
[Open to housemates]
Simon couldn't quite believe that he was arguing with a group of tiny blue men who for some reason was stealing his vests. All of them. The only response he got was something unintelligible, where he thought he picked up the word 'dress'. Well, his vests might be like dresses for small creatures like these, but only provided they were extremely fat.
"I said give me that back!"
The vest they all clung to was ripped apart. The tiny blue men stared at him, then let loose a series of curses, before disappearing out of the window with the remaining vests. Simon was left standing with the torn apart one still in his hand, too confused and frustrated to know what to do.
[Open to housemates]