Sometimes you just can't help yourself. You know it's wrong and you tell yourself it's wrong but you don't listen to yourself and then you wonder why you're talking to yourself in the first place. You try to keep it together and maintain some sense of sanity but sanity has decided to leave you alone at the worst possible moment. You stare at the sign on the window and are filled with the type of excitement Madonna only gets from a Malawian orphanage. While staring at the sign, one hand somehow finds a sheet of paper while the other finds a marker and before you can say Rhys watched Ross switch his Irish wristwatch for a Swiss wristwatch, it happens. You have written words, attached them to the sign and now there is a very different sign where the old one once was:
Then you run away laughing like the demented little mocker you are.