IntricacyMan and the monoamine oxidase inhibitor!
Dark Bob walked up to our hero, who struggled in heroic captivity. He smiled and stroked an ebony finger down the slender cheek of IntricacyMan.
“Do you know what the most degrading thing you can do to someone is?” he whispered.
“Give him a federal holiday?”
“No! No! What—You know I want Dark Bob Week to replace Black History Month.” Dark Bob seethed and decided to do this another day.
As the cell door began to close, IntricacyMan muttered—not quiet enough—”That would only work if they could make a Prozac parade float.”
Dark Bob closed the door, sprayed tanning lotion on his weird finger, leaned against it, and cried.