Romance For Once

>'Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?'
>That's what you had asked him
>It's strange, really, that you did, because you're not really the type to... Talk to people
>There's the girls, but they don't really like you
>You just tag along with Sugar Coat, but she doesn't like it when you talk to her in public
>She 'has a reputation to uphold' or something
>Not that you blame her, or any of the other girls for looking down on you
>In fact, it's really okay if you're a bit of a workhorse for them
>Doing their homework, their projects, their essays
>At least they talk to you, even if it's just to make fun of the way you dress, or look, or talk
>It's... Better than the way everyone else treats you
>Which is not at all
>It's like you're invisible
>Maybe that's for the best
>Used to be that you'd get bullied a lot as a kid
>The whole K-12 system in this part of Canterlot... You've known everyone at Crystal Prep since you were little
>Didn't always have the stutter, but your internet searches says you can develop one from 'trauma'
>In your mind, it's because it just feels like your heart is in your mouth whenever you talk to anyone else, beating so hard your teeth can't help but chatter
>It's okay... You like books more than people, mostly, sometimes
>Anon's the only one who's ever actually been nice to you
>Can't believe you worked up the courage to talk to him!
>But he was going to a party with the girls and a lot of people from school, back at Sour Sweet's place
>And now you were here...
>You've never done anything like this
>It's so scary
>You don't know anyone here, and they're all so rowdy
>Music is loud...
>Too many people...
>People everywhere...
>You clasp your hands over your mouth, trying to prevent yourself from hyperventilating, and run into the home's kitchen
>"Woah, hey, Twilight... Are you okay?"
"S-Sorry, A-Anon... I'm-m-m-m..."
>Can barely talk, heart beating so fast

>Anon puts a hand on your shoulder, and you flinch, as you always do whenever anyone touches you
>It might not be healthy to psycho-analyze yourself so much, but you think it might be from all the bullying
>You're not scared of Anon, but... You can't help but to cower in front of him, breathing heavily into your hands
>"Twilight? What's wrong?"
"I-I-I... T-Too many p-people... P-Panic attack..."
>Concern immediately takes over Anon's disposition
>"Shit! H-How can I help?!"
>You shake your head
"I-I'll be o-okay..." you say, muffled by your hands
>Please, don't be weird in front of the only person who doesn't hate you...
>In and out, you breath faster and faster, unable to stop yourself
>"There's fewer people upstairs... That's where our friends are, too. Here."
>Anon reaches out a hand
>You take it with one, and keep the other over your mouth as he whisks you away up the stairs
>Getting a little teary eyed, you wipe at your face, not sure why you're following Anon to what will surely be nothing more than the girls making fun of you
>Having a panic attack at a party isn't normal...
>And they'll be mad that you're here instead of doing their homework...
>Anon pushes open a door into a large bedroom, the girls sitting in a circle and chatting on the floor
>They look up at you and Anon, first with smiles, until they spot you
>"What's she doing here, Nonny?"
>"Twilight was having a panic attack or something, Sugar."
>Sugar Coat looks at your tear streaked, reddened face and laughs
"I-I-I'm s-sorry... I-I know I sh-should be d-doing your—"
>She holds a hand up in front of herself
>"No, Twilight, it's fine. I've never seen you at one of our parties before. This could be... Fun."
"R-Really?"
>The girls exchange looks between themselves, then look to you with inviting smiles
>"Really really."
"O-Oh, th-thank you!"
>No one's ever said you could be fun before
>Anon goes down to sit next to Sugar Coat, and you take a seat in the circle next to Sunny and Indigo

"S-S-So... W-What do you g-g-guys do at p-parties?"
>The girls smiled and chuckled, though, not at you, you hoped
>This was all just so surreal to you!
>Never been to a party before, never hung out with a group of friends...
>Sugar Coat speaks up
>"Well, mostly we just talk, but... Sometimes we play a few games, as well."
"L-Like what?"
>Oh, this is so cool!
>The girls never do anything with you
>Aside from give you homework, of course!
>But now you were part of their inner circle
>Thanks to Anon, you think
>"Have you ever played 'Never Have I Ever'? It's a pretty simple game."
>You shake your head
>Sugar Coat explains the rules to you
>When it's your turn, you say something you've never done
>Then the others, if THEY'VE done that, get a point
>And apparently you want points? Otherwise you're a 'no life loser'
>The girls all nod in unison as Sugar Coat explains, though Anon doesn't look too happy for some reason
"I-I think I g-g-get it..."
>"Great! I'll go first."
>Sugar Coat clears her throat
>"Never have I ever... Skipped class."
>Well, you've never done that either!
>Some of the girls, obviously Indigo Zap, raise a finger on one hand to count
>They all laugh, and you awkwardly join in
>As the game goes around, it starts becoming more... Raunchy?
>Not sure you like that
>First just kissing stuff, but then it's all 'never blown a guy on the first date'
>When it comes around to you, you try to keep the game more friendly, you know, since you're with friends
>They always laugh
>You wonder if they're laughing at you now...
>After a while Sugar Coat yawns
>"This is boring. Where's everyone at?"
>The girls raise their hands, most having quite a few fingers raised
>You?
>Nothing
>That's not so bad, really
>All the questions were so gross and sexual!
>Sugar Coat giggles as she looks at your hands
>"Twilight, you won!"
"I-I-I thought you s-said n-no points is l-losing..."
>"No, now you can say for a fact that never have you ever done anything!"
>The girls giggle

>Anon, who hadn't been participating in the game, crosses his arms
>"Sugar, come on."
>"Aw, Nonny, we're just having fun!"
>He rolls his eyes
>Sugar Coat leans to Anon's ear and whispers something
>You huddle up into yourself and look away from the girls, realizing now that you were just a little thing for them to make fun of
>Again...
>It's not so bad, though right?
>At least they're talking to you
>When you turn to look back up, Sugar Coat is still whispering something to Anon
>Once she pulls away, he laughs lightly to himself
>Wonder what they're talking about
>Hopefully not something gross
>Indigo Zap bounces up to her feet
>"Let's get physical. This gabbing shit is so fucking boring! Pillow fight?"
>She begins turning to the others, one at a time
>"Pillow fight? Pillow fight? Please, guys, come on. Pillow fight?"
>Sour Sweet rolls her eyes
>"Holy shit, just shut up, Zap. We already know you get excited at the thought of getting physical with a bunch of girls."
>"Oh fuck you, Sour!"
>That's mean...
>Zap grunts as the rest of the girls laugh at her, though, you don't laugh
>"Girls, please. A pillow fight might be fun! We do have Twilight with us this time, don't we?"
>The girls giggle, and you're not sure you like the way they do it this time
"I-I-I guess I c-can join in on th-the p-pillow fight..."
>"Yes!" Indigo Zap says, scrambling for the bed, throwing the huge multitude of pillows to you and the rest of the girls
>You wonder why some people have so many pillows, but you're not able to wonder for too long as the fight begins
>Though, it's less a pillow fight and more a pillow massacre
>The girls bounce around you, wailing on you with the pillows
>"Guys, what the fuck, stop!" you hear Anon yell
>Getting hit... You shouldn't have agreed to this
>Before long, you fall to the floor, crying, flinching at each blow
>It doesn't hurt, but it's... Just instinct
>When something hits you, you cry
>"Fucking seriously?"
>Anon pushes the girls away from you

>If you could just disappear, that would be best
>You're sobbing, one of those full-body, disgusting sobs
>And you just... Can't stop
>On the inside, you KNOW this is dumb, nothing happened to you, but you can't control your body
>It always just seems to shut down and shake and stutter and cry without you
>Like you're trapped in your body
>"Lol, is she crying?! Over a pillow fight? Twilight, really."
>"Sugar, come on! You know how she is. You knew it would be like this."
>Anon reaches out a hand for you again, and, like last time, you take it
>"Come on, Twilight. I'm sorry I brought you here..." he says, pulling you out from your only group of friends
>You hear laughter, ringing in your skull, as you leave
>But it's okay
>If you were them, you wouldn't do any differently
>You are a joke, so it's okay
>At least they talk to you
>Anon pulls you into the hallway and onto the stairs, taking a seat at the top
>The music from downstairs is still blaring loudly, and you can hear people chatting below
>You sit down next to him, and he puts an arm around you
>"It's okay, Twilight. It's fine."
"I-I-I'm s-sorry for b-being weird..."
>Anon shakes his head
>"You're not the weird one. Sugar Coat... I don't even know why we're dating at this point."
>They're dating?
>You didn't know that
>But, it's not like that matters
>You only wanted a friend in Anon...
>"And... This isn't any consolation, but Sugar Coat's stupid pranks and asshole-ish tendencies... I've seen people get worse than you got. Usually it's a lot worse."
"M-Maybe sh-she l-let me off e-easy because w-we're friends..."
>Anon shrugs
>"I don't know why you hang around them... Don't you have other, you know, actual friends to hang out with? All the girls ever do is make fun of you."
"N-No... I-It's okay if they m-make fun of me... Th-They at least t-talk to m-me..."
>Anon pulls you in closer to him

>"You know... Parties are supposed to be fun. I'm not going to let you leave here until you're happy. Fuck the girls."
>You cough as you laugh, wiping at your face with your sleeve from your shirt that's a little too big for you, pushing your glasses out of the way
"Umm... O-Okay... I-I can try t-to have f-fun... B-But I d-don't think you should say, um... F-Fuck the g-girls... Th-They aren't s-so bad..."
>"They're pretty bad to you. I still don't get why you hang around them. Doesn't Sugar Coat just make you do her homework and stuff?"
>You nod
"Y-Yes, b-but it's okay... Th-They talk to me, a-and... Someone a-as b-bad as me... Th-That's what I d-deserve..."
>Anon shakes his head all the more
>People don't seem to agree with the things you think about yourself, it seems
>Though, 'people' means your mom and dad, and it's kind of their job to pretend their kids are all great and stuff
>You were never as social and cool as Shining
>Just a bookworm
>A good one!
>But that's all you were
>"You're not a bad person, Twilight. That's crazy. I mean, I know we don't know each other that much, but that's crazy. Anytime you've ever been with the girls, you've been just... You know, you try to comfort the girls when they're going through shit, and they'd never do that for you! How can you think you're a bad person?"
"I-I-I s-stutter, I-I h-have no fashion sense, I-I'm not good l-looking... M-Maybe i-it's more like I-I'm a p-poorly m-m-made p-person. I know th-that, s-so, i-it's not c-crazy to m-me..."
>Anon shakes his head more and you laugh
>His neck must be getting tired from doing that
>"Winston Churchill had a stutter."
>You giggle
"I-I kn-know... B-But I-I'm not the P-Prime Minister o-of England."
>The two of you laugh together

>"And..."
>Anon turns to you
>"You look fine, to me. If that's okay for me to say."
>You blush and shirk away from Anon
>Compliments...
>You're not good at receiving them
>But you have to say something back, right?
"Y-You t-too..."
>He's wrong about you, but it's impolite to refuse a compliment, you think
>Plus, all he wants to do is try and make you feel better
>That's not so bad
>"So, what do you want to do? Go downstairs and try to party, or what?"
"N-No... I-I'm o-okay by myself. U-Up h-here... I-I don't w-want t-to be a h-hassle. G-Go, I-I'll just l-leave."
>Anon frowns
>"I'm not going to just leave you alone up here. If you want, we can just... Talk, I suppose. So... Pluto's bigger than they thought it was."
"O-Oh! I-I-I s-saw the p-pictures. I-It w-was very c-cool."
>You chuckle, and see that Anon smiles as you do
"U-Umm... I-I've a-always k-kind of been d-disappointed w-with P-Pluto's d-demotion. E-Even th-though I know it m-makes s-sense."
>Anon clenches his fist out in front of him
>"Curse that Neil deGrasse Tyson."
>Both of you break into a slight chuckling
>This is nice, you think
>People never really talk to you
>You're not very good at talking
>A door opens up somewhere behind you, and you hear someone walking towards you
>"Oh, look at the two love birds! Trying to steal Nonny away from me, Twilight?"
"N-N-No! W-W-We're j-just t-talking! I-I'd n-n-never—"
>Sugar Coat laughs
>"Twilight, I'm just joking. I know Anon would never stoop down to your level. Anyways, I'm just heading downstairs to get some drinks for me and the girls. Want anything, Nonny?"
>Anon shrugs
>"No thanks."
>"Oh well."
>Sugar Coat pushes her way between you and Anon harshly, pushing you to the side as you reflexively flinch away from her
>Anon groans as you watch Sugar descend the stairs
>"I'm sorry about her."

"W-Why? L-Like I s-said, i-it's o-okay..."
>Anon doesn't look too happy as you say that
>"It's not okay. 'Stoop down to your level'? God, I don't even know what happened to her... Maybe I'm stooping down, but it's to her level. Not yours."
>Now you're the one shaking your head
"Sh-She's n-not s-so bad."
>"Yeah? Friends don't insult their friends, or beat on them at parties to the point of tears."
>You shy away from Anon at the mention of tears
>That people see you cry is embarrassing
>Not something you like at all
>You can handle the teasing, because you're just friends
>It's okay
>Words are just words
>But physical stuff just... You shut down
>Though, when Anon puts his arm back around you, you don't flinch
>"You know, I used to be the one who did Sugar's homework for her. I know that can suck. So can not having people to talk about shit with, aside from teachers."
>You nod
>Teachers are the only ones you seem to be able to talk to about your interests
>Or anything
>For just a few minutes after class, you'd head to the teacher, ask a question, and that'd be about your socialization for the day
"Um... I've b-been r-reading ab-bout, uh, s-superheavy e-elements l-lately, and—"
>No one wants to hear you talk about that, Twilight
"N-No, th-that's boring, s-sorry..."
>"Like 'Island of Stability' stuff?"
>You perk up and smile, nodding your head
"Y-Yeah!"
>"My physics knowledge isn't so great, but... So, what's interesting about them?"
"W-Well... I-It's m-m-more a-about sc-scientific rigor th-than anything a-actually cool... B-But it's s-still cool to me! P-Predictions on a-atomic sh-shell structure f-from such a l-long time a-ago. I-If th-they're right, a-about the predicted s-stability of superh-heavies... I-It would j-just vindicate, y-you know, th-the theoretical stuff o-on h-how p-protons f-form atoms. P-Plus, th-the idea of 'd-double magic' is f-funny."
>Anon smiles and laughs
>"I don't really understand much of what you said. But it sounds cool."

>Though Sugar Coat usually tells you not to talk about 'dumb nerd stuff' to people, because it's uncool
>She's always been very smart, even if she makes you do everything for her
>You were all in Crystal Prep, after all, which only takes the brightest of the bright
>It's all about being presentable; she doesn't want to look and sound like a 'total Twilight'
>Despite that, you talk to Anon about dumb nerd stuff
>About the Transfermium Wars, which sound WAY cooler than they actually were
>Even if they were still pretty cool
>The effects of the Cold War seeping into even the scientific world
>And about the very few potential uses of superheavy elements
>It's just a neat thing, it's not like superheavies will do much, but it's just so fun to think about!
>Anon nods along as you go on and on about the various things you find interesting, sometimes interjecting with comments
>He doesn't even seem to care about your stutter all too much
>At one point, he tells you all about Michelson-Morley experiments, which you know about, but you let him talk about it anyways
>You push a strand of hair behind your ear as the two of you laugh about how silly it was to think about light traveling through an 'ether'
>"Man, I never get to talk about this shit to anyone! Sugar Coat used to before she became all... Bitchy or whatever. You've made my day, Twilight."
"R-R-Really? Th-Thanks... I-I l-like talking t-to you t-too... I-I d-don't usually get to t-talk to anyone, exc-cept what homework I-I need to d-do..."
>You hadn't noticed her coming up the stairs, but Sugar Coat was now standing in front you, balancing a large number of cups in her arms
>"Hey you two. Having fun?"
>"Not now, Sugar..."
>Sugar looks at you
>"You know, it's rude not to respond when someone talks to you."
"S-S-S-Sorry... W-We were j-just t-talking."
>Sugar Coat chuckles
>"O-O-O-O-O K-K-K-K-K-Kay."
>You lied earlier
>People making fun of your stutter hurts, but you try to swallow down any intent to cry

>"S-S-S-S-Something w-w-w-w-w-wrong?"
"S-S-Stop, p-please..."
>Sugar Coat continues to stutter at you
>You grit your teeth hard, trying not to tear up with everything you have
>"Sugar, what the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously?!"
>"Oh please, Anon, Twilight knows I'm just joking, right?"
>You would typically nod, but instead you simply frown
>"Anyways, please move. It's not easy carrying these drinks."
>You shimmy sideways, giving Sugar room to move through
>As she begins walking past you and Anon, she trips falling directly on top of you
>You shriek as you become drenched in alcohol
>"TWILIGHT! YOU TRIPPED ME!"
"W-What?! N-No I d-didn't!"
>"UGH, JUST LOOK AT THIS! I EVEN GOT SOME ON ME!"
>Sugar Coat stands up and begins patting herself down, a small wet splotch on her skirt
>Aside from that, she's completely dry, though she's still looking down on you with fury
>Your shirt, on the other hand, is soaked through and through
>The smell of the alcohol is enough to make you gag, and your face, mostly your eyes and nose, burns
>Anon helps you up
>"WHAT ABOUT ME?!"
>"Oh shut up! You did that on purpose!"
>Sugar Coat almost chuckles, but stops herself
>"Whatever. I'm just going to go hang out with the girls, then. And nice bra, Twilight."
>Sugar pushes her way past you, almost knocking you back over as she does so
>You try to cover yourself up as you realize you can partially see through your shirt now
>"Fuck... Let's get you to the bathroom. There's towels in there."
"O-O-Okay..."
>You try to wipe your face dry with your sleeve, but it just makes it wetter, and makes the smell of the alcohol more intense
>Anon leads you along by hand to the upstairs bathroom
>It's a lot bigger than any bathroom you've ever seen
>Being rich must be nice
>Anon picks up a towel from off a rack and tosses it to you
>"Here. This should help."
"Th-Th-Thanks..."
>You begin to pat yourself down

>After a few minutes, you're sort of dry
>Dry-ish
>Anon sits on the rim of a Jacuzzi and makes small chatter with you
>Talking about science and math and that sort of thing
>After your shirt, you begin trying to dry your hair out
>Alcohol can't be great for your hair or scalp, you don't think
>Even your glasses are smeared with the stuff
>You take your hair out of its bun and let it hang down, which you don't typically like to do in front of other people
>Taking your glasses off, you begin to wipe at the lenses with the towel
>Though, you can't really see that, since your vision is utterly terrible without your glasses on
>Looking over to Anon, he's more of a green blur than anything else
>Heck, you can hardly see the blur
>You put your glasses on and...
>Had only made things worse
>Now everything's covered in this thick, distorted slime
>Turning to the mirror, you can barely make yourself out
"D-D-Do I l-l-ook okay? D-Did I g-get m-m-most of it? M-My glasses... I-I can't see v-v-very well."
>Anon stands up and walks over to you
>"You look fine. More than fine. Ugh... I'm so sorry about Sugar Coat, Twilight. She's..."
"I-I-It's okay... W-Well... N-No. I-It's not, b-but, th-thanks f-for being n-n-nice to me..."
>"Here."
>Anon takes the glasses from off your face, and begins wiping them on his shirt
>At least, that is what you think he's doing
>Can't very well see him doing it
>After a few moments, Anon nods to himself
>"That should do it."
>You limpidly reach a hand out to take the glasses back, but Anon instead gently places the glasses back on your face, his fingers lightly brushing your cheeks
>"Better?"
>The world comes into focus, Anon in front of you, smiling
>You blush
"U-U-Umm... Y-Yes... Th-Thank you," you say, smiling back

>"I'm not sure we really want to... Go back out there, right now at least. Sugar being a huge bitch, and all. Maybe we could just continue talking in here?"
>You nod sheepishly as Anon goes back over to take a seat on the Jacuzzi's edge
>He pats on the spot next to him and you make your way over and sit down
>As you sit next to him, you feel... A slight fluttering of the chest
>Do you... Like him?
>You've never really felt like this before, fluttery and anxious
>Not like this
>It's usually fluttery and anxious in a way where you're scared of being hurt...
>Anon puts an arm around you
>"Are you feeling okay?"
"I-I'm f-fine... Th-Thanks..."
>Anon smiles
>"So, where were we before we got interrupted?"
"U-U-Umm... I-I think I w-was going to t-t-talk about m-m-monopoles..."
>Anon chuckles as you begin to go on about monopoles
>Another sort of silly thing to think about, extremely hypothetical, but fun
>Because your definition of fun is 'incredibly warped', as Sugar Coat would say
>When Anon begins talking about who his favorite contemporary scientists are, you can't help but to feel that fluttering again
>Why?
>He's dating your friend!
>You can't just have feelings like this...
>"Twilight?"
>You realize you were staring at him, and blush
"S-S-Sorry..."
>"You don't have to be."
>Anon has that soft smile on his face again, his eyes looking into yours, only causing you to blush further
>As he begins to lean in, you move away
"B-B-But Sugar C-Coat!"
>"Sugar Coat doesn't own me, and after today... I'm done stooping down to her level."
>Anon gently rubs your shoulder with his hand and you bite your lip before turning back to him
"I-I've n-n-never k-k-kissed a-anyone before..."
>You close your eyes and wait for Anon to meet you
>When his lips meet yours, you're already shivering, and through your closed eyelids you can see a flash of light
>When you open your eyes, you see...
"W-Why is y-your ph-phone in y-your hands?"

>"Remember when I said Sugar's pranks are usually a lot worse?"
"W-What d-d-do you m-mean?"
>Anon stands up and stretches, and you notice that there's a picture of the two of you kissing on his phone
>"Back in the room, Sugar made a bet with me if I could get you to kiss me before the party was over. I didn't think you'd be so desperate that you'd fall for someone you'd just met, but I guess I really didn't know you as good as she did."
"W-W-W-What?"
>Anon chuckles
>"Did you seriously believe I'd give up Sugar Coat for a pimpled, stuttering mess? I mean, hey, at least you can say someone's kissed you, right?"
>You don't have the words
>When you open your mouth, nothing but stuttering comes out
>'W' after 'W', unable to even ask why
>"W-W-W-W... Sorry, but it was in the name of having Sugar do some things with me she doesn't otherwise usually do. So, thanks. It's almost a win-win, you know?"
>You bring your hands up to your face
>There's no point in trying to hold back
>You sob, harder than you had earlier, without even the energy to sit upright
>You fall onto your knees on the floor, trying to keep your tears from flowing between haggard cries
>"Hey, come on, don't be like that."
"Y-Y-You j-j-j-jerk!"
>Anon shrugs
>"Whatever. I'm going to see Sugar Coat. You should probably head home."
>With that, he exits the room, phone in his hand as he giddily runs off to reap his reward from Sugar
>What kind of horrible person would...
>And using their own boyfriend to...
>Twilight...
>You should've just ingrained it in yourself that you're a bad person
>Then you wouldn't have fallen for this stupid trick
>No one could ever actually like you
>What else could it have been but a prank?
>The soft sound of laughter moves under the door and into the bathroom
>Sugar and the girls are probably listening to you crying right now...
>You wish you could stop, but you can't
>'Ugh, this is getting boring,' you hear before the door opens

>Sugar Coat stands with crossed arms at the doorway, looking down on you as the rest of the girls snicker behind her
>Anon is there by her side, a shit eating grin on his face
>"One. Don't try to steal people's boyfriends."
"I-I-I didn't... I..."
>She rolls her eyes
>"Two. Don't go to parties when you should be doing work. Do we have an understanding?"
"Y-Y-Yes..."
>You could feel the eyes of the girls, their laughter, bearing up your prostrated form
>"I hope the lesson you take from all this is: Don't speak while in public, especially to Sugar Coat's boyfriend, asking him what he's 'doing after school', or 'd-d-d-d-doing a-a-a-a-after s-s-s-s-school', or whatever it is you said. Now get out of my fucking house."
>Sucking in your tears, holding your breath rather than crying further, you stand up
>The girls spread, letting you exit the bathroom
>Perhaps to spite you, Sugar looks into your eyes as she gives Anon a deep, tongue kiss
>You hear one of the girls yell about 'that Social Studies project'
>The one, you remember, about Napoleon... Eight pages...
>And there was the take home Math test for Zap...
>And more and more
>Of course you shouldn't have come here
>It's going to take all night just to finish up everything
>You just... You just wanted to have fun for once, with them, with someone, but...
>No, you were always right
>That's not for you
>You're just a stuttering moron
>Once you reach home, you begin the tireless, thankless work, and hope you don't stain anything with your tears
>It's about 5am when you finally finish, barely enough time to sleep...
>You plop yourself down on your bed, birds chirping outside
>Sugar Coat and the others, you didn't listen to them even though they were the only ones at Crystal Prep who cared to talk to you
>This was your fault
>You ask yourself the question you ask yourself every night
>Why were you ever born?
>Why shouldn't tonight be the night you actually do it?

FIN