HIM: oh shit! ME: oh shit! HIM: the night’s almost over and we haven’t done it yet! ME: shit! there’s no time! the lion will be here any second! HIM: what the fuck are we going to do? ME: well, shit, let’s see, we could—we could— _[it is too late. the lion comes. he devours us, starting with our tender limbs and working, masticating, growling, towards our squishy, precious innards. we will have to put ourselves back together come the morning. no wonder it always hurts....]_