Will: *stabs the screwdriver into your eye a bit to hard*
Will: *so many f;ashbacks**he starts crying and lauging*
Will: *moar flashbacks* no you innocent dork, it isnt, of course it isnt, why would i ever think it was?
Will: *he was also holding you up to the wall by ur neck**slowly lowers you, then picks you up and sets you on one of his table things*
Will: *in a much kinder, softer tone* do you want me to patch that up or do you want an eyepatch?