Sleth. Sleth, my friend. Explain to me two things.
1) Why is your writing style so much better than mine...?
And
2) ...
WHY IN THE NAME OF DEMONIC POSSESSION JUTSU DOES EVERYONE ENJOY SEEING ME BECOME A STUTTERING MESS? It's just like, sex scene. Okay, this is— boom. Lust takes over. It becomes more raunchy. Then boom! My monochromatic stuttering syndrome kicks in. Why do you guys insist on doing this to me?