( Finn Malcolm, FBI...And this here is my gun. )

So, even the imaginary characters in my stories have conversations in my head.

Finn: To what do I owe the displeasure of your visit?

Quinn: YOU! You and LEN! You bastards! I almost walked out of the house with a penis on my cheek!

Finn: I have no idea to what you could be referring too. *Snickers*

Quinn: Is this how you punk girls get off? You get a ( Read more... )