[Razer is
nine years old. Razer is nine years old.
He's also standing in the middle of the buffet, glaring at a girly bicycle, wearing clothes that don't look like they could ever possibly fit him--and a macaroni necklace--and being generally pissed.
His shirt comes down to his knees. He wants to kill himself, seriously.
...This is going to last an hour. Someone has to mess with him, c'mon.]